The colorful range of beauty within the American Southwest is for me a range of managed, designed, and pre-visualized, pre-selected gray tones.
The colorful range of beauty within the American Southwest is for me a range of managed, designed, and pre-visualized, pre-selected gray tones.
Light, and dark
I spent a day, a too short of a day at Death Valley, CA. I used my Leica M, Monochrom, using a variety of Vintage lenses.
40 Mule Team Trail
I recall the product 40 Mule Team Borax used by my grandmother. It was treat to actually drive the trail that was used by the very team the product was named after.
Death Valley from Zabriskie Point
In the distance the valley of Death Valley, I would later that morning, drive the 4-wheeler trail for about 70 miles, a real treat and some exceptional compositions made themselves available to me.
Dantes View
My first image within the National Park, I still am left in awe when I recall this day long visit. Return I must, I must.
Mojave Desert, CA
What a wonderful, beautiful, and dark location. This fireplace was once part of the original home on the property, now a series of ruins which drew me emotionally to create a series of images in and around the Mojave Desert Post Office.
West Side Road, Death Valley
Late in the afternoon, I decided to run a 4-wheel trail with my JEEP Wrangler, a long, dusty, rough and wearing 52 miles in length. I found a series fo ruins, from the Borax days
The Mojave Tree
Standing next to the ruin of the fireplace, this tree glowed in the harsh desert sun of Mojave CA.
The Rust of my Life
A recurring theme thorough my life, Rust. This close-up of the previous image shows the wear of sun and wind on once pure and active water storage tanks.
The Second Mojave Tree
Like the remains of a human, frozen in desert time, these trees stand guard in and around the Mojave Desert.
The Painted Desert
A unique location, the strata that make up the color are as unusual as the National Park itself.
The Tree
My favorite image from West Side Road and one of my top three favorites from this 3-week trek.
Parked
have been told that car has been stuck in the sun, wind, and storms of the desert since the early 1920’s. I am not sure what is the true story, but an impressive land mark
Calling Home
The Mojave once again, on the trip back to Las Vegas, I stopped to create this image. I find the image lonely, but with hope as the end result.
The Dark Tree
In the bright sun of the Mojave, this tree is toned in deep shadows, I felt that my rendition of this composition needed to relate that and all the levels of darkness
Arches, Utah - Moment View One
I created this composition using a moment lens attached to my iPhone 12 Pro Max, my back up system on this trip. I converted the image to monochrome once I arrived home. The first of a four image series.
Hands to the sky
The second in the moment series, this image is form Canyonlands, National Park, UT. Using my iPhone 12 Pro Max, I converted the image to monochrome once I arrived home.
The Rocky Mountains, Arches National Park
The day before we drove from Kansas City KS to reach Moab, UT., we crossed the Rockies, here is the distant view of the Rockies. Using my iPhone 12 Pro Max, I converted the image to monochrome once I arrived home.
Mojave Desert Post Office
Once an active Post Office Zip Code visible is 90820 above the door, the entry point to the Mojave Desert National Park and for me many magical, wonderful and emotionally satisfying images.
The Devil's Kitchen Arches Moab UT.
A stunning view of a part of Arches National park, Using my iPhone 12 Pro Max, and a moment lens I converted the image to monochrome once I arrived home.
Route 66 - Shamrock Texas
A strange strip of land, this section of the original Route 66 ranges from a perfectly era correct restored gas station, where this wrecker was parked, to a ruin, barbed wired property and along the way a very friendly local, Curt.
Wrecked Wrecker
Less than a mile away from the restored wrecker park forever is this Chevy wrecker, Owned by Curt who also owns 12 Edsel wrecks was a pleasant met while in town.
Curt
Need I say more? He allowed me entry into his fenced auto graveyard, with the very stern warning, be aware if the Rattlesnakes. And yes, I heard a few rattle as I passed.
The Dead Town
Along a distant part of Route 66 I found a dead town with only a few houses remaining. It seems that the interstate destroyed the life and caused the death of this (not sure of the name) town on the Texas Oklahoma Border.
Stay Out
Heading west this is one of the first sites as you exit the interstate and move onto Route 66, heading east it is one of the last sites you will view. Beautiful in death, the images haunts me with every view.