Passing Along the Inspiration

From the moment we’re born, we look to another for inspiration. It’s in our nature to look for inspiration and in our nature to inspire. As an artist, I draw inspiration from friends, my surroundings and the musings of other artists. Sometimes it’s a line from a song or a thought from some pop culture source.

Here, I bid ode to fellow artists, fantasy makers and dreamers.

Over the Hills Where Spirits Fly
The Ancient Bristlecone Pine is one of the oldest organisms on the planet. Twisting and stretching high in the hills of California’s White Mountains, these trees endure high winds, extreme cold, volcanic soil and a tectonically-driven, ever-changing landscape. This is a low, wide angle photograph of Bristlecone Pines in the Patriarch Grove in the White Mountains of California.
Strange Magic
I captured this water lily just before it opened in the fountain at Mission San Miguel, California. I loved the light ripples on the water that make it seem as if there's motion-- as if something strange and magical could occur.
Crumble and Fade
An untouched memorial plant, weathered by time and desert heat. The flowers drew to mind a scene in Tennessee William's "A Streetcar Named Desire," when a blind Mexican woman approaches Blanche, offering her "Flores para los muertos." The photo evokes that haunting complexity that is life: warm with desire, but brittle.