I piled my cameras and watercolor brushes into a small truck, and headed west 35 years ago—ready to learn mountains, and win the west.  Years spent canoeing the far North had already given me great love of all things outdoors, a degree in art from the University of Minnesota helped shape my admiration of natural beauty, and I was encouraged by an understanding spouse, ready to share the journey with me.
I found the mountains to be even more wondrous than expected, and I have visited many of the places special enough to be featured on maps, and in magazines.  But over time I have become fascinated even more with those minor compositions of light and forest and stream that grace the lands not always named. I have found stories within weather-worn Douglas fir trees as intriguing as the back-lit bull elk of national park meadows, and sometimes the shadows of wildflowers on lichen-covered rock more interesting than the blooms themselves.  I have filled many packs along the way with colorful rocks and fine bits of driftwood, and I was never without a camera of some sort, stopping to use it with a frequency sometimes measured in yards per hour. I share a sample of those excerpts from my journey here, assuming you may find bits and pieces reminiscent of your time spent in the larger landscapes of your journeys—hoping some may bring pleasure to you.
In 1984 I founded Bugle magazine, journal of the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation, and the growth of that organization since then has been as fast and furious as a spring storm front—doing good things for the land, changing me forever.

I am constantly adding more images to the GALLERY, selecting them from the many thousands saved.

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