The Journey Into Art

The contrast in the movement of the water and rock is striking.

The water moves moment by moment.

The rock was moved by the water, but only in the distant past and now is only moved slowly by the rain and winds...

Water seems so innocuous. It seems to make us wet and uncomfortable when caught in the rain. It seems so benign when we are in the shower. We don't though think much about it when we are dry...

Creativity goes away when the most important thing in life is surviving.

As most know, my primary profession is medicine, and the past 6-8 weeks have been quite hectic, to say the least. Thankfully I have not had to fight for the survival of my life nor for others in my personal and professional circles...

I have begun to move into work that looks more closely at the land at my feet.

I have always thought that capturing the big landscape was most important...

How does one start on an artistic journey in landscape photography? I knew from the first time I invested in my first “good” digital camera; I would eventually want to express something unique in my work...

While wandering along Oak Creek, south of Sedona, I came to see an enticing site, a beautiful oak leaf in a small pool of water in the sandstone bedrock. Staring more I saw the reflection of the surrounding fall trees...

I have read a lot about creativity and even tried to write about it myself.

I have concluded that talking about and writing about creativity is like walking around a well and only describing what is in it with the simple term "water"...

This afternoon the winds came strong off the mountains back onto the dunes, pushing them back out to the valley.

The constant back and forth of the morning and evening winds have kept these dunes stationary for thousands of years...