Ghost Trees

Strange forms, strange ghostly forms, shadows in the dimming light. I'll stay close to the campfire tonight. Who knows... won't hurt to be cautious.

Time's Effects

Here lie the last vestiges of the old, ancestral Rocky Mountains, junk sprawled out on the high plains, only a few isolated buttes and badlands left.

Once in a while, in a really bad storm, small bits of the current Rocky Mountains wash down the near-by Platte River. Too thick to drink, too wet to plow, the pioneers said.

Independence Pass Colorado

No, these colors aren't fake, it's just the high country, early autumn sun going down. John Denver, who lived just over the hill, sang that he saw "fire in the sky."

He surely did; the boy knew what he was singing about.

Hustler

Ahhh, the streets of New Orleans. So bright, gaudy and alive at night. Quieted down by morning, some seediness shows through. In the daylight the whole place looks tired.

Layer Cake

Driving through the desert, flat sameness everywhere, then, suddenly....

Escher's Falls

As in an Escher print, this water seems to flow uphill in this odd perspective when in reality it suddenly plunges 200 feet sown, on it path to the Snake River and the sea.

Summer's Last Ride

A snowboarder trudges up high at over 12,000 feet, seeking one last ride before summer sets in.

Pattern of Abundance

Harvest time in the Palouse, gold all around.

Dreams and Hard Work Up High

The air is cold and thin, winter long and dreams are deep, up above Leadville, CO. Can anybody say, Molly Brown?

Playin' the Blues

Street musician heavy with saxophone, soul and a fine shirt.