Monday, September 30, 2013

Hold On



Once while hiking in the Narrows of Zion, I had this moment as I was wading upstream in the Virgin River. As the majestic canyon walls towered hundreds of feet high, I was this lone person in this exquisitely beautiful scene. I was very aware of it. 

 I stopped in the middle of the river, feeling the  power of the swift moving current, I turned to look at where I had come from. The scene behind me was so incredibly enchanting it took my breath away.


I stood there and realized my life had become so much bigger than I'd ever expected. I was, in a sense living in a dream. One that I created. Looking behind me, mixed feelings of disbelief and gratitude. A moment alone where you simply smile, not for show or social graces but born out of being simply, happy.  Landscape photography has brought this into my life and made it possible for me to follow my dreams and photograph them also.  



"When you see your ship go sailing
When you feel your heart is breaking
Hold on tight to your dream."
ELO

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Back To Colorado Next Week !!



“Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward and make your dreams come true.” 
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Harvest Of Hues





“The multicolored leaves were softly glowing against the black sky, creating an untimely nocturnal rainbow which scattered its spectral tints everywhere and dyed the night with a harvest of hues: peach gold and pumpkin orange, honey yellow and winy amber, apple red and plum violet. Luminous within their leafy shapes, the colors cast themselves across the darkness and were splattered upon our streets and our fields and our faces. Everything was resplendent with the pyrotechnics of a new autumn.”  Thomas Ligotti 

Sunday, September 22, 2013



Being called a "star"  by Robert Stieve,  Editor of Arizona Highways Magazine

Priceless 

Take The Long Way Home - Good-Bye My Friend


I first noticed Ed Farmer's photography in early 2011.  I had this vision of turning my watercolor blog into more of a traveling journal.  I was already an avid hiker and backpacker but not a photographer and my blog needed some photographic guidance. I was using a "point and shoot" camera.  I wasn't satisfied with my own work so I started looking at the works of others and developing a plan to create the vision I had in my head.  Little did I know this quest would lead me into a life-altering passion for photography and would also lead me to some amazingly inspiring people.  Ed Farmer is one of those people. 


Saturday, September 21, 2013

That Old September Feeling

West Fork, Sedona

“That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.” --Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Farewell My Summer Friend


From Bronte to Borland the poets have been speaking of it long before, Summer is coming to an end and I can feel it.  The early mornings are dark again and mild. There is that something, in the air. The anticipation of new adventures, the coming of the color, the smell of wood burning, coffee and all things pumpkin.  Days of wind, leaves and chilled air. 

 So summer is full of people and Autumn is always more about the solo journey.  I'll sit here one last time in the warm air, bare legs and feet chilled in the creek with the smell of sunscreen and Bobbi Brown's "Beach" perfume.  Pink injinji's and keens parked on the creek bank as I contemplate and survey the summer months.  Gaze into the amber creek world of sunlit underwater stones with a bit of sadness for the changes this summer. I study each stone, admiring its luminosity and following its shape and texture with my eyes. Noting the angle of the sun and where the shadow falls.  All of those life antidotes wanting to creep in, all things happen for reason,  there are no mistakes, friends and lovers come and go, nothing helps but the heart keeps searching for some meaning and purpose.  
I supposed some great revelation will appear in years of hindsight. 

Monday, September 16, 2013


"Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?"

-Hal Borland

Virtue and Vices

According to the US National Library of Medicine 
National Institutes of Health, this year, more than 1 million Americans and more than 10 million people worldwide are expected to be diagnosed with cancer, a disease commonly believed to be preventable. Only 5–10% of all cancer cases can be attributed to genetic defects, whereas the remaining 90–95% have their roots in the environment and lifestyle.  

Sobering isn't it.  The fact is that the majority of diseases are caused by poor lifestyle choices. 


I entered the medical field right out of High School. The experience  has afforded me some amazing insight and opportunities into the human condition. Seeing the disease process up close and personal had a much more profound effect than reading about it in text books. 



My first job was in dermatology and at the time, I was a body surfing, bikini-wearing California girl who loved the sun and the outdoors.  When I became truly educated on the effects of ultra-violet radiation on the skin and saw how damaging it could be on unprotected skin, I changed my lifestyle in a huge way.  I still body surfed and enjoyed the sun, waves and the physical sport but started wearing long sleeved wet suits and zinc-based sunblocks.  I'm still thanking myself for it. 

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Dark Days Of Autumn Rain


Down a shady shimmering sleepy road in the early hours of a quaint little town in Southern Utah, I traveled. Small rustic cabins, coffee shops with a bohemian feel set among the brilliant golds and rose colored leaves in a full blown fall-colored dream.  Add a back drop of 300 foot sandstone bluffs as I drove thru the beehive state.  Perfect weather, as I noticed the leaves were starting to fall yet the wind played with them a bit before they landed. I was thinking that if you could "see" music, this would be an incredible romantic soundtrack and this is my life.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Falling


“Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like
they're falling in love with the ground.” 

Andrea Gibson

Echos

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." 

C. S. Lewis

Wednesday, September 04, 2013

Composition


"The camera is a remarkable instrument. Saturate yourself with your subject, and the camera will all but take you by the hand and point the way"  Margaret Bourke-White

At the trailhead of my favorite hike, I often stand here perplexed. I am completely enamored with this scene but have yet to photograph it the way I truly "see" it. 

Each time...I study it, I look, I sit and stare, sometimes I'm content to just "be" with it. Other times, I know it's not my day and I walked past it. As I leave, I always look over my shoulder at it.

I love the stillness of the water, I love the color of the early morning sun on the canyon walls. So I'm convinced that this place holds for me a secret and the secret is ...

that somewhere in this scene is an absolute masterpiece and someday,I'll find it

Sunday, September 01, 2013


"Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted

I believe in a promised land"

Bruce Springsteen