The Future of my Past

Pictures, photographs, images—words describing a dimensionally-limited medium, one that constrains our senses and reduces our world to a flat, motionless image. Yet, given the right tools, an artist can weave emotion and imagination into her work, an artist can replace time and distance with depth. With proper framing and lighting a frozen image can become … Continue reading The Future of my Past

Teton Sunset

Long before it bore its name, Earth began turning on its axis. The direction of spin must have been predetermined. Some higher being must have known that plates would move, rock would shift, mountains would lift, and water would flow. Emotionally, I cannot accept randomness as a cause. These mountains were placed here; this creek … Continue reading Teton Sunset

The Oxbow

A ripple--movement in my peripheral vision, a small wake defining a muskrat’s progress, its life defining a small portion of this river. I am absorbing, searching this limitless bend of the Snake, searching for its next gift. The oxbow is a stage, improvisational theatre, always pleasing, always unexpected. Her only requirement is patience. Scanning the … Continue reading The Oxbow