A Different World

There is a saying in the Mexican culture that says, "In every head there is another world." This world is a world of perspective. It is different. It is my world.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Monument Valley Sunst




All days must come to an end. Each day contains its own defeats and its own successes. The sunset is God's autograph to the end of that day and heralds in a night of peace and rest. It is a time to forget what lie behind us and to put our minds at ease. There is no tomorrow yet. For now ... all is quiet.

This shot of Monument Valley's the Mittens at sunset only shows one thing. God is the artist!

Face of Joy!





Remember our youth? Mom & Dad took care of everything. Our world was one of innocence and adventure. Our joy knew only the boundries that youth came with in those days.

My neice's son, Isaiah, reminds us of those times that our smile were not limited by adult concerns. Those were the days when joy knew laughter beyond control.

Lion



Lions are a fascinating force of power and grace. These traits catch our eyes as we watch in curiosity and wonder. What's going through his mind? What's he thinking? Maybe it's best that you put that snack away. He is looking at you!

Newest Work




I guess that it is my mature to take on many projects all at once, to learn yet to diversify. This seems to come to many an imcompletion on some projects, but offers the pleasantry of variety.

As of late my attention has been drawn to not only taking photographs but editing them as well to upgrade effect. I am even dabbling in restoration some what.

Added to all the above I am quite involved now with developing a new web site for my art as well as developing a book for pre-teens and early teens. I digress ... Below I shall show you some of my latest work as copyrighted.

The image above is entitled Kisses of the Past.

As we grow older our stamina decreases. Our abilities began to realize their limitations and we grow more fond of the memories of our past.

In this shot an elderly gentleman blows bubbles into the air and watches them as they change. The final buble contains the memories of his first love and his first kiss. He never forgets the joys he shared a the twinkle of his eye reveals his heart.