Jumping Dog.

16th St. - Denver, CO

Creepy RV.

I can think of no better place to park your creepy RV than directly in front of an elementary school playground.

You Are Beautiful.

On one of my morning walks to work, I found this note sunken and perfectly preserved at the bottom of a puddle. It's a lovely sentiment and quite easy to let your imagination run wild with the origins of this little dispatch.

That Time Of Year.

Flossy McGrew's - Denver, CO Of course this place is like this year around.

Undercover.

This car has been in the garage at work for as long as I have been there and I've never seen it with the cover off. I always wonder what's under there. I've just never had the balls to actually look. I have a pretty good inclination that it's Jimmy Hoffa. Yep, definitely Jimmy Hoffa.

The Downward Spiral.

Guess the folks who own this garage aren't very consistent with their light bulb purchases. Judging by the color casts it looks like they are using sodium, fluorescent, tungsten and maybe even a halogen or two.

Glass, Metal, Concrete and Light.

All the things that make a building beautiful. Also, I wasn't lying about Colorado having the best sunsets.

Denver At Dusk.

We just have better sunsets out west. Maybe it's the mountains, maybe the cool air, but every night seems to be a saturated kaleidoscope of reds, pinks, purples, oranges and yellows. The end result looks more like an impressionist's painting than anything possible in real life. Good thing I get to live right in the middle of this piece of art.

Tree (It's The Thought That Counts).

If you make believe hard enough, there is a tree here. Honest.

Road Closed.

This is the type of place where a horror move is just aching to take place. I don't need a sign telling me it's closed, the road does a good enough job telling me this on it's own. Right now people in the movie theater are yelling at the screen "Turn around, get the F#$k out of there!!!".

Through The Fog.

These are some of my favorite mornings.

Abbey Road (Air Force Style)

I was out shooting in the fog, when these four Airmen actually appeared out of thin air. One second they were there, the next they were blanketed by the thick fog again. Granted, Buckley Air Force Base is a few miles down the road, but it was unexpected none the less.

Lost In The Haze

Do The Dew.

Large, Medium, Small.

Denver, CO.

Candid.

New York City, 2005 Going back through the archives I found this picture. By far one of my favorite portraits.

Storm Clouds Breaking

Absolutely surreal.

Early Morning.

Sometimes it's not the end of the world to be up before nine a.m. .

Kangaroos on Parade.

World Trade Centers Remembered.

August 2001. I was still learning to use a manual film camera and I had some metering issues going on. The intent of this shot was to have everything in the foreground to be well lit but I metered for the setting sun by accident. The picture that resulted probably ended up being a much more dramatic and meaningful image. Film was all about those happy accidents.

August 2001. The view from the Empire State Building.

August 2001.

August 2001. In my good friend's dad's office only a few blocks away. This was when the scale and size of the buildings actually hit me. Up until this point, this was as close as I had been. Literally took my breath away.

August 2001. This is how I will always remember the towers. I felt like a little kid awash in total awe. Up until this point in my life I had never been made to feel so miniscule. September 2004. Tribute in light.

September 2006. Tribute in light. Fifth year anniversary. I was visting the towers for the first time that day with some friends who had lived and visited New York many time, so they had already seen the towere many times. They didn't want to go that day because it was just anther day in the city to them. It was boring and they had been there done that. But I was not going to let my first trip to New York go down without a trip to the towers. I had watched too many hours of movies, tv shows and history documentaries referencing these buildings to not visit. To this day I am very thankful that I was persistant and enough of a pest to get them to take me down to see the World Trade Centers.

If this trip taught me anything, it was to not take anything for granted both as a person and as a photographer. Just a month later these gleaming steal and glass structures would be piles of ash and rubble. I am very fortunate to have had the opportunity to be able to see them in person. This is how each and every one of us should feel about every day. If something as massive and amazing as two one hundred-plus story buildings can be wiped off the map, than anything can be taken away from us. As the United States and the rest of the world stop to remember the senseless loss of Two Thousand Nine Seventy-Five people in New York, Pennsylvania and Washington D.C. that day ten years ago, let it be a reminder to never again take for granted those people and the things in your life that are important to you.

Make Up Your Mind.

Eight.

Made me think of childhood, when all you needed was a wagon and some sun to be happy.

The Barn.

Unless I'm mistaken this is THE BARN. Every other barn you've seen up until this point has just been a barn. This is The Barn. The one that started them all. The one to which all other barns are compared. You just can't make this stuff up.

Zapata Falls.

Downriver from the falls. This log, which is now part of the of the river bed, has been rendered completely smooth by the continuous flow from the waterfall runoff. Twisting through the gorge that leads to the falls. The area has an amazing ambiance. Sunlight peaking through the cracks. Spray from Zapata Falls is backlit by the mid-day sun.

Zapata Falls. Not a giant waterfall by any means, but what it lacks in scale it more than makes up for in beauty and sound. The acoustics in the surrounding gorge make the falls sound like they are ten times bigger than they really are.

Sand In Unexpected Places.

Dawn on the dunes.
Early Morning.
Early Morning. Lone hiker on his way to summit the dunes with the moon still out overhead. Curvy.

Gorgeous.
Everywhere you look the wind and sand have created all sorts of unique patterns. Big sand, little sand. Tracks. These went on as far as the eye could see. Been here for a while. Dune into dune. Striations in the sand. Shredding the dunes. Righteous. Three unlikely ecosystems converge. The plains, the desert and the mountains. The view from the neighboring Sangre de Cristo Mountains. This is what hiking in sand dunes does to a pair of shoes.

Great Sand Dunes National Park, Mosca, CO.