June 10, 2018
The temporary existence of the human spirit scatters into a million-different rain drops. Each of them, serving a purpose…
Ahead, a million-year-old glacier retreats behind the ephemeral ranges. Water flows t...
March 3, 2018
It floated on westerly winds, a beckoning, a tidal flow that swelled towards me,
encompassing me, pulling me back with it. The quintessence of wild and free, of the art behind
beauty and the love that binds it all; the desert.
With the mountains in Colorado covered in sno...
LONESOME CROWDED WEST
Quiet as the Trees