A secret shared.
A secret shared.
Contemplations of complexity, ingenuity, and humankind’s attempt to control their surroundings.
A blanket of dense morning fog eventually lifted to reveal a landscape which was hard to fathom as reality.
A few articles of clothing dry in the sunset. The contrast, shadows, and shapes found on the building’s facade creating their own stories and rhythms.
The colors of her clothing and accessories stand out from her surroundings.
The city below revealing itself the higher we explored the hills and mountains bordering the city.
Competing amongst a sea of other white knuckle offerings, a combi attendant waits for the next set of riders.
White dogs. Black dogs. Big dogs. Small dogs. Hairless dogs. Dogs Fights. Dog Orgies. One of the countless free range dogs we encountered in Peru exploring Cusco with us.
The climate, altitude and landscape’s impact on those who inhabit the city and surrounding areas visible in all aspects of life. Weathered textures and bleached colors are commonplace and a visual reflection of day to day life.
A corner of the world that exists no where else that I got to experience. On the other hand, a scene of commonality making the world smaller than it is. I could go find a similar composition on one of the many streets in Denver occupied by Ma and Pop mechanics. A thousand miles away or around the corner on Colfax Ave. or Federal Blvd.? In the end its not important. What matters to me is that I like it and it invokes meaning and memories of experiences past. I love the story this scene creates in my mind. I’m drawn to the texture, the color, and the evolving message of the utilitarian signage.