Some dreams are left unfulfilled and the people who built those dreams have passed on to the spirit world. This is all that’s left in the temporal world. So work hard to fulfill those goals because life is ever so short. Already, I’m caught in the bind of trying to figure out quickly what to do with my life because it passes by so fast. This is the abandoned dream house.
Telling a story is simple… Who says you can’t do landscape photography with a mobile phone. Are photographers going to throw their prejudices around!? Don’t misunderstand me but understand my intentions. Most people taking photographs right now are doing so using a cell phone. Why not experiment. Recently, I sold my Micro Four Thirds equipment and will eventually update my camera gear but for now, I’m enjoying shooting images with an iPhone!
More exciting and seedy imagery from the grungy Desert Southwest. In late fall this hotel still has its swimming pool filled to the brim on a cold day. To protect the innocent and guilty, I will not say which hotel this is. The rust on the fence is what I was aiming for but the pool was the overall composition. I really like the fence shadow as well. This shot was taken with an iPhone 4s and was pretty reminiscent of the Coen Brother’s Film, No Country For Old Men. So whip out your trusty iPhone and start taking pics!
Captured at work tonight on the iPhone 4S. I’m loving this portability in the camera. Learning the art of having a camera on me on the time since my phone is my camera that is with me all the time. This is what I call a Hopi Sunset when they are this intense. It reminds me of a Hopi story about a young man that always strayed to the edge of the mesa outside his village, wondering about the afterlife and what happened after this life.
In a faithful bid to transform my life goals and career I’m switching from a nature-loving wilderness guide to a car salesman. It’s quite the gut-wrenching experience but it has been met with many blessings. One of them, is the ability to stay home and have a social life and more opportunities for dating the opposite sex. So the good nature that made me a tour guide will be used in a more stationary and structured environment. The fact is, I love people and I think I can handle this. During this transition, I’m learning how to market and brand myself. It’s important to succeed in life, make friends, love people, and fight for the American Dream.
Parowan stands for Evil Waters according to the Southern Paiute. This is the Little Salt Lake in Parowan Valley of Southwestern Utah. Back in the long ago, it was said that a man-eating monster lived out there. Who knows? This is just what I heard. Every time I venture out across the Parowan Valley, there’s strange things to be found.
Old Horn Silver Mine in the San Francisco Mountains west of Milford, Utah. Below the mine here is the historic mining camp of Frisco, Utah. Back in the 19th century, Utah wasn’t much different than other western states like Nevada and Arizona. It had it’s fair share of wild mining camps, outlaws, gunslingers, prostitutes & saloons. You name it, Utah had it. Frisco was a dangerous town with the reputation of being a widow-maker. More information on this town can be found here: http://www.ghosttowns.com/states/ut/frisco.html
This is the famous Moab Man near the town it’s named after in the Heart of Canyonlands in Southeastern Utah. Think of beauty. Think of the heart of this land. Such simple things are so magnificent.
This is old movie set out in Parowan Valley and it’s one of the few places that I like to stop and photograph around Iron County, Utah. I could do an old ghost town tour and take people around Southern Utah and Nevada and give them that old Western history of the mine camps, pioneer forts, and all other forms of Southwestern Colonialism.
This is Arches National Park in the early morning light near Moab, Utah. If you haven’t been to this area, I would highly recommend it. Arches is probably one of the most photogenic areas that Utah has to offer. There’s nothing but stark beauty to be found. Moab is by far my favorite place to go in Utah.
The elements of the land eat away at everything we know… everything we stood for. Nothing is permenent. If left to their own devices these structures will go back to the Earth. Who knows what will happen or what has happened to the two-leggeds who contructed their dreams on this planet. Who are are we? lol
This kinda reminded of Arron Ralston who lost his arm to a boulder in a Bluejohn Canyon out in the remote part of Canyonlands. This right here is a car that been lodged down in this slot canyon since probably the late fifties or sixties… who knows, maybe a massive flash flood wedged it down into there over 30 years ago. The car is now apart of the erosion process, so-to-be-an-artifact!
Everyone should get out at least once in their lifetime to see this grand arch before it collapses and is gone forever. It still looks like a miracle to me, the fact that it’s still standing. There is beauty in this world. Even though it’s all scientifically explorable, the heart of spirit still rules these wild places where wind still talks and the raven planes the edges of Navajo sandstone in search of his next find.