"Thunder Crashing, Lightning Flashing Right Through The Middle Of It I Go Dashing..." Moments In Time

               Wisdom.. Time marches on. Collecting rust and memories. As that same time passes quickly the The heart and soul become more visible. The “new” beauty is replaced by Wisdom, Strength and knowledge. So life pretends to honor youth And discard age While I try to exonerate the purity of design. ……  dennis….  

                           Teton Perfection

  The dark skies and heavy clouds were, just moments before, a solid sea of churning atmosphere. The rain was pelting the windshield. Without letting the viewer see, those same clouds were silently laying a blanket of snow over the green pine forests above me. Then as if a giant wand passed over the world, those same clouds opened.They relaxed their hold on the earth and as if to show off their work,and allowed the mountains to see the sky. At the same time, my truck came to a stop to view this perfection the rain caused. Nature was showing off her makeover. She was smiling and allowing the world to revel in the intense handiwork she had completed. I stared. I searched the wall of the mountain for a small part that was not perfect; it did not exist. The beauty that nature created was perfect. As I drove away, those clouds closed back on the mountain and the rain again covered the truck. Awesome moments in time..dennis

I look into the past to see the future I look into the future to experience the now... dennis

         Snowflakes  A snowflake drifts slowly  and inevitably down onto the  white blanket of winter. The heat of the sun transforms that snowflake into a drop of liquid blue,  like a caterpillar to moth. The snowflake spills into the trickel  as the trickel rushes toward the stream with the eventual destination ever present . The destination is not the lake like you assumed ,it is instead the eyes of the lucky few  to see the snowflake pass over the lip of the       green moss covered cascade.. dennis

Rural.. Abandoned.. Dreams lost.. Life........death ....           dennis

The warm afternoon sun-baked the west facing wall as the artist approached her canvas. She stopped. She looked. Then considered the words she wanted to paint. She needed to leave a lasting impression for anyone that happened by this site. The Fremont Indian Rock Art is considered the best representation of these ancients. These images really spoke to me as an observer almost 1,500 years later...d

Lost in the sea of grass, the humble cabin watches the waves of amber sweep through the front door and out the back. The circle completes itself with or without our help...... dennis

Into the deep forest  where the quiet rustling   of air fills your ears  with peace and joy...  Into the light  of the darkness..... dennis

“The egg precedes the hatchling. The hatchling cradled in the egg. Alien shapes and forms are not unique, except to the alien viewer. You and I are the aliens here.”…dennis

"Dol Guldur" Land of legends and ancient secrets. Darkness rules the land with evil intent. Light slowly erodes the darkness; Revealing the art of wind and the sculpture of nature . Last seen somewhere in the vast area of "The Swell" central Utah. Enjoy the story ...d