we are naturally drawn to heights. mountains are breathtakingly beautiful and remind us how small we are. at the same time, when we look up at mountaintops, a part of us feels like we are standing there, surveying the world from high above, which can make us feel mighty.
pine cones, throughout history, have symbolized the pineal gland, and by association the esoteric act of awakening it.
i stole this photo while climbing pikes peak. i find the greens and blues so relaxing.
at the bottom of jack mountain on a cold december morning. the clouds parted for a few moments to let the sun shine through, i was just fortunate enough to catch it before it closed again.
this spring, i've spent a lot of time watching our magnolia tree bloom. after a heavy rain i found this one closed up on the ground. i put it in a wine glass filled with water and watched it continue to open and close and fill the air with sweetness. i took this photo to remember the time i stopped to smell the roses (magnolia's in this case).
early in the morning, with everything sparkling so bright, the world comes alive, when the sun shines at morning light. i love the mornings of springtime, the dew suspended in place, stealing bits of color to bring a smile to my face.
hidden beauty is my favorite to find. this particular ''flower'' is actually just a common weed, hidden amongst the other overgrown grass and weeds.
the sun peeks over the roof and around the steeple of a local church.
or as you and i might call them, dandilions. portuguese children call them "o teu pai é careca" (your dad is bald) due to a game which consists of one child getting one blow of a dandelion. if it's left with no seeds, that would mean the other kid's dad was bald. kids are dumb.
every blade, every branch every living thing reaching for the light.
light blue and deep pink rip the ever fading memories of days long gone from deep in my mind. chilly september evenings, ferris wheels, and blue and pink cotton candy. an evening away from all the troubles, with my mom and sister, at the fair. with a chance to capture a memory on film, i grabbed my camera. as quickly as i could get focused the colors had gone. gone are the light blues, gone are the games of skill, the poorly crafted rides and the crowds. gone are the days at the fair.
an orange velvet sunset serenades earth and sky, it's like an opera of color.
i lost my shoe, i can find one, just not the other, i always lose my shoe, how about you? one shoe will not do, I need another.
the purple daisy represents innocence and royal beauty. it is a flower representing a love that conquers all.
did you know that on every foraging trip a bee will visit 75-100 flowers to collect nectar?
as the sun crawls back towards the earth, i realize how quickly time passes. i think of all the things i could have done and all the things i wish i'd done. after each sunset, i remind myself that there is always tomorrow. there is always time to catch up, but somehow, as fast as a new day comes, i find myself in the same place; watching the sunset and thinking of all the things i should have done, all the things i could have done.
P H O T O G R A P H Y
timothy.