Ancient Redwoods

Walking through this forest of ancient giants was quite a spiritual experience for me.  I found myself, at times, with tears welling in my eyes and a lump in my throat. I felt that I needed to whisper in their presence, and I couldn't help but wonder what amazing stories they could tell.
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"I made the woods and the waterfalls my place of worship because I connected with something out there that I was never able to at church."
Brooke Hampton

Driftwood of a Giant

The root structure of a giant Redwood, worn by the sand and sea.  In nature, even death can be beautiful.

Nature isn't just a place for me to visit. It feels like home, the place where I belong...

Bison

This big guy was enjoying his waterhole.  As I was photographing, he stopped and looked at me, as if to say "what are you looking at"? 

Waiting for Spring

As I walked through a clearing in the pines, I found these two little snow covered trees. They looked to me like two friends, all cuddled up, waiting for spring.
 This time of the year is always hard for me.  I am tired of winter. I can't wait for spring to arrive! I can feel it in the air. So close, yet here in northern Utah, could still be many weeks away. It is a time that would be easy to just sit at home and wait out. I learned that for me, it is important to still get out and enjoy the season for exactly what it is. Don't waste time waiting for a better day. We had a spring storm drop some new snow in the mountains this week, so I decided to go up snowshoeing. What a beautiful and peaceful day it was. The fresh air, the cool breeze, the trees with a new blanket of white, what beauty I would have missed out on if I would have stayed home! There is something magical about making the first tracks in the untouched snow. Part of me felt bad for disturbing such perfection.

Steller's Jay Feather

#2 in my feather series.

Northern Flicker Feather

I have wanted to do a fine art feather series for awhile now.  One of those ideas that I keep putting off for other things. Not any more.  Number one, done! I found this beautiful little Northern Flicker feather in Utahs high Uinta mountains. I love the contrast of the dark orange center.