Crossing Pattern

Con Trails and highlines cross in the blue sky above Santa Fe. On my way to photograph The City Different's Saturday market I looked up to see this wonderful design forming above me.

Big, Empty

This bleak image is one my entries in the Taos Fall Arts Invitational that opens this weekend. The unforgiving scene reflects the utter desolation of the dying town of Keeler, California where a dozen or so oddballs defy 120 degree summers and bone chilling winters to be alone in its wrenching beauty.

Sirens of the West Mesa

This is about as far from a bridge in the fog as you can get. Aerialists in lingerie for heaven's sake. With the sun dropping below the western horizon these ladies performed lofty feats of derring while suspended from a crane-like structure high above the desert.

The Bridge to Nowhere

The fog moved slowly westward with patches of sunlight exposing the Golden Gate Bridge. In this image vehicles disappear into nothingness and the fearsome prospect of a nosedive into the straights below.