The Element of Water

The siren of the sea calls to me a least once a year and I hear her all the way to Colorado. If I can not follow her call to the ocean then I find her in a wild river cascading and tumbling down a rocky mountainside. Her music fills my parched soul that our too fast, too complicated world in turn sucks dry. Nature is my friend and water, you might say, is in my inner circle. Feel the spray, scent the perfumed air, and let your imagination take you to the home of the siren of the sea.

Bow Bubbles
The ocean blue water rippled and foamed as the large ship steadily moved forward creating a path of bubbles.
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High Country Cascades
The cascade of water misted the small plant, moss, and lichen clinging to a boulder during summer run off in the middle of the St. Vrain River in Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado.
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Rushing Water
Swirling and turbulent frigid mountain water careens by a large boulder in the St. Vrain River in Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado during the summer run off.
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Water Shadows
The shadows of two people wave to unseen water sprites as their ship passes.

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Abstractions in Nature

Abstractions in nature always catch my eye. I'm always the first in my family to see wildlife and I think it is because I see patterns in nature. If there is an interruption in pattern it draws my eye everytime.

On a cold winter morning I happened upon the graceful feather prints left in the snow by a wild turkey flapping its wings. It took me a couple minutes to figure out what I was looking at but a nearby prehistoric looking footprint tipped me off.

Rose hips are a favorite subject of mine and the green background set them off perfectly.


























A summer walk along the Colorado River in Rocky Mountain National Park found a beaver pond just as the sky opened with a gentle rain.



























Woody stems from last summer poke up through the crusty snow to form shadows of an ancient alphabet.




















A Colorado blue sky framed by tumbleweeds catches the flight of a single raven.