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"The Lion, the Angel, Heaven and Hell"

This is from an old building near where I live in Emma, CO. I love the visual metaphor that is there, and again, I am always finding the best images in the least contrived places... but things as they are.

I love how heaven is full, complete, and hell is empty and shattered, and the angel is rushing in to conquer the lion. But it's all in the same place, which to me eludes back to Luke 17:20-21 "And when he was demanded of the Pharisees, when the kingdom of God [heaven] should come, he answered them and said, The kingdom of God cometh not with observation: Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you."

This is a photograph I made in Mt. Shasta, CA, at the memorial held for my dad. They scattered his ashes 10 feet from this spot.

This was a spontaneous image, created first in mind. The idea is fairly self-explanitory... the dark shiny shoes of death (trying to be impressive--sleek and polished), unlaced, and the person previously bound by mortality, is freed. The light shone on this spot when I took the image, further metaphorically, and the branches represent the obstructions that try to hinder us, mortally, and keep us from 'loosing these shoes'. And it's all upheld--this loosing from mortal attempts to constrain true life--on the rock of Truth.

This is probably , in my opinion, the best image I made this summer (in 2003) for all it says in utter simplicity. Such is the root of the greatest work.

This was a storm that passed over Monterey Bay, CA that I first watched from the hot tub at my Dad's house. To illustrate just how much "time is of the essence" in the realm of photography, the storm passed right over where I was, but as I let my sudden urge to grab my camera give way to 10 more minutes in the hot tub--you can see where the storm was by the time I got out and got my camera set up. If I had gotten out on my first instinct, I would have likely captured some womderful bolts in the foreground of the bay.

This should be a lesson to listen to that small voice.