Great Horned Owl

Canon EOS D20 Digital SLR

Great Horned Owl in Tucson November 2012

Panther Photographs

Panther keeps one eye on the photographer at Reid Park Zoo in Tucson.

Pushing the Pencil Beyond Limits

This pencil drawing was 20 x 30 and was made using my free hand drawings as source material.

Using 4h pencils to begin and working with increasingly softer lead until the final drawing was finished with 6B pencils, I worked laying down graphite and picking up with a kneaded eraser and spray fixative on each layer.

It is labor intensive to say the least. Nothing like this can be done without dedication and vision for the final product. My best work began after I graduated from college and worked independently.

America, the Hell Grail

America, the Crucible for the Common Man.

America, the Hell Grail.

Creative, destructive, aggressive,

dynamic enfant terrible America

Child among older nations

Progress the juggernaut

Emptying churches

Ravaging communities

Progress the wrecking-ball of the past.

Commercials rat-a-tat-tating.

Killing honor with lies

For profit

For power

For progress

by Natalie Hayes, 1988

Photo: Vietnam Memorial

Without Angels

Without Angels

seeking dauntless destiny

is a horse, trotting at a pace a bit faster than me,

not slowly, slightly uphill,

i am able to keep up

the only landmark is the vastness of the diffused light in the

sky

wide path, wide sky: destination known only to God,

i know the horse, my angels told me about their noble nature,

they can be trusted,

 it is going where i want to go,

along comes vengeance and he is walking faster than us, he walks fast enough

to catch up quickly,

striding,

he thinks he is going where we are going but he doesn’t know

about the nobility, no angel guides him,

he wants something.

he kicks

out at the horse,

hard,

hard enough to make it’s saddle fall off and stumble,

tiny almost imperceptible stumble

but does not miss a step,

the forward motion is a force greater than the kick,

noble nature has outweighed vengeance,

I said “It’s just a horse!” knowing it is not,

they are the only words spoken

the saddle falls on the trail and is left

it is of no consequence,

it was left over from another time

a fabrication of the man’s imagination,

this was not a saddle-horse

how could he have known

without angels?