WOODS OF WHITE SANDS

I was drawn to the intricate shadows that were dancing across the sand. A single sprawling tree offered it’s shade through the desert. It’s gnarled wood surely had many a story to tell and I paused to take in his grandeur.

WAVES OF WHITE SAND

Don’t you just love blue hour? I think it may be my favorite time for photography. If you prepared right, you brought a flashlight, some water and a Clif bar for the walk back to your car. It’s not a bad idea to keep peeking back over your shoulder to see if more compositions present themselves.

MOUNTAIN FARM

Life in New Mexico is much different than here in the concrete jungle that is the DFW metroplex. It seems like every natural space here is under construction, or for sale to soon be. It really upsets me that it is that way. I’m longing for a simpler life and hopefully one day I can achieve the dream of having …