Monday, June 17, 2013

Fathers


Two weeks ago I was asked by the 1st councilor in my single's ward to speak on Father's day. Teasing him I asked what he wanted my topic to be. "Fathers," he said. Big shocker. :) The next two weeks I prayed, listened to talks, read stories, quotes, and articles on fathers, and read the scriptures and prayed to find the right words to say how I felt. There are always more words to say, but I have never had an easier time writing. The words just came and I felt blessed to be able to say them on this Father's Day especially. I hope you enjoy. 

Our Perfect Father
Father’s Day 2013
By Melinda Rich

When I was asked to speak on Father’s Day, I was immediately aware of how huge this topic really is. For the past weeks I have been reading, discussing, and praying to understand how I can make this topic more than just a talk on how awesome my dad is… which is true, but I pray that we will come to realize how blessed and loved we are by the multitude of fathers we are surrounded by daily.

Ok, so I know I said that this talk wouldn’t necessarily be about how amazing my dad is, but since he is here to listen, I hope you’ll indulge me for a momentJ I have been blessed as Nephi said, “to be born of goodly parents” and my father is one of the best men I know.  He has taught me to understand what the word father means in a tangible sense. My uncle used to say that children are like tiny scientists watching, experimenting, and hypothesizing as they grow. As I have watched my father over the years, I have seen the devoted consistency of his actions toward me and others, his acts and words of love, admonishment, and truth, his struggles and victories with health, relationships, and business, and have seen his unquenchable desire to help those around him to understand their own worth, the truth and clarity of God’s plan for us, the beauty and life in and of nature and humankind, and to see how important it is to keep our minds active through conversation, travel, laughter, and reading of the best books.

When I was younger and would get in an argument with my little brother (he was actually little then and not 6’7 like he is now) usually about him getting into my stuff or breaking something of mine, my dad would make us both sit down across from each other and he would talk to us about what it meant to love someone. Because I was older most of the words were directed at me, but he would make sure I understood that my little brother was more important than the cabbage patch doll or easy bake oven. And then for however long it took, he would make us each describe 10 things we loved about the other while looking into each other’s eyes. Robbie got off easy because he was 7 and would say things like, “She has pretty hair, or she gives good hugs…” but again, because I was older, my dad would ask that I be more specific, and give more than surface answers. One time I tried to get away with loving each of his individual eyelashes on one of his eyes. After that I had to give 50 things I loved… so that habit stopped pretty quick. Also, it is really hard to stay mad at someone when you are staring them in the eyes and, like Robbie always did, make funny faces or just lovingly smiled at me.

What I learned though this exercise, is that a loving father, understands his children, knows that they make mistakes, but helps them to see the truth of the situation. He helped me to understand that anger or frustration are not feelings that come from God, and that to choose love over those other emotions helps us draw closer to our Heavenly Father and to seek resolutions or communication instead of fights of about who was right or wrong. He was also quick to set me straight when I took his instructions flippantly or with insincerity.  As it says in D&C 121: 43-44 “Reproving betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the Holy Ghost; and then showing forth afterwards an increase of love toward him whom thou hast reproved, lest he esteem thee to be his enemy, that he may know that thy faithfulness is stronger than the cords of death.” He was never mad when I would do these things, but firm and unflinching in the fact that I had disobeyed, but always explained in love, that honesty and obedience are always the better way. I am not saying that my dad is perfect, he’s not… sorry, Dad:) But he does seek to perfect himself through seeking the forgiveness of the Atonement.

I know, however, that this kind of interaction with fathers is not everyone’s experience. My own mother lost her parents in a fatal accident when she was 14, was raised by her aunt and uncle, and was left at that young age, like so many others in similar situations, with the remnants and pieced together memories of the father she misses, and experiences with her stand-in father figures to understand the meaning of father. I also have many friends who have never known their father due to death or abandonment, or others whose fathers were and are unkind, abusive, and violent. As I have talked with these different people, these challenges have shaped their understanding of fathers into a far different definition than my own. Many of them, though sadly not all, have learned from these often twisted traditions and have changed their own behavior and actions to reflect their understanding about the Gospel, repentance, and scriptural examples of true priesthood holders and loving fathers.

Even with these scriptural examples we do not have the day-to-day story, but rather have the mistakes, challenges, and shining moments to learn from. Some of my favorite scriptural fathers are Helaman and Alma the elder (Mosiah 27: 13-14). Helaman, the son of King Benjamin, having been taught by a righteous father (who wrote letters and discussed gospel truths with his sons on several occasions) led, through his strength and example, as it says in Alma 56: 10, his “two thousand asons, (for they are worthy to be called sons)” into battle against the armies of the Lamanites. Here is Helaman’s account:
 45 And now I say unto you, my beloved brother Moroni, that never had I seen aso great bcourage, nay, not amongst all the Nephites.
 46 For as I had ever called them my sons (for they were all of them very young) even so they said unto me: Father, behold our God is with us, and he will anot suffer that we should fall; then let us go forth; we would not slay our brethren if they would let us alone; therefore let us go, lest they should overpower the army of Antipus.
 47 Now they never had fought, yet they did not fear death; and they did think more upon the aliberty of their bfathers than they did upon their lives; yea, they had been taught by their cmothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them.

I love this account because these young men, through immense faith and courage and years of care and instruction by their fathers and mothers, knew the sacred importance of the covenant their father’s had made, and were willing to die to uphold it for them. Also, through the guidance of Helaman, who led them as a father, not one of these young men was lost. It was not only the mothers of these young men that taught them to not doubt, but their literal fathers or those who stand in for them taught them to trust in God.

In reference to Alma the elder, we are told in Mosiah 27:14 as an angel from the Lord chastises Alma the younger and his brethren for seeking to destroy the church of God. “And again, the angel said: Behold, the Lord hath aheard the prayers of his people, and also the bprayers of his servant, Alma, who is thy father; for he has cprayed with much faith concerning thee that thou mightest be brought to the dknowledge of the truth; therefore, for this purpose have I come to econvince thee of the power and authority of God, that the fprayers of his servants might be answered according to their faith.” It was the faith and consistent love of Alma’s father (as well as other church members) that called forth an angel to restore his son’s knowledge of “the power and authority of God,” and true principles of the Gospel, not the deceptions of the world created by a cunning Devil, known as the Father of lies and the father of contention.

All of these men are good and true examples, men who have learned through experience, hardships, challenges, forgiveness, and blessings of the Spirit to cultivate these godly attributes and faith. But these men are not perfect. In fact so many of our challenges that may come from and with our own fathers is because they are not perfect. But God has said in D&C 52:14 “And again, I will give unto you a pattern in all things, that ye may not be deceived; for Satan is abroad in the land, and he goeth forth deceiving the nations.” As I have said, often our earthly examples of fathers carry much more weight in our feelings toward men, fathers, and fatherhood because they are immediately before our faces and physically present in our lives. As I have said before, some people’s experiences with fathers are not full of faith or kindness. Many of the students I have taught in the past two years have had severe challenges caused by fathers who have been addicted to drugs and alcohol, which led them to abuse their wives, demean their children, and as it says in Ephesians 6:4 “provoke[d their] children to wrath… [instead of] bring[ing] them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.” Not all of these abuses were because of addiction. Many of these fathers had also fallen into the traditions of the world, that teaches dominion over women and children, which in turn teaches these women they are worthless or only to be used, which creates enemies within the family and destruction of home life. And though we in this single’s ward might hope we are free of these experiences in our own lives, often we have let these worldly, oversexualized, uncommitted, “boys will be boys” images of fathers and men deceive us into thinking much of this behavior is normal, natural, manly, and desired… but let us not be deceived. The natural man or woman is an enemy to God and these philosophies are not in keeping with the truths of the restored Gospel.

Whether good or bad, God has said He will give us a pattern in all things, ALL THINGS, FATHERLY THINGS. In fact, he has given us the most perfect, kind, loving, understanding pattern and example of a father that could ever be. He has given Himself as our ultimate pattern. Countless scriptures tell us of our Heavenly Father’s attributes and Joseph Smith described his Heavenly Father as such:
“While one portion of the human race is judging and condemning the other without mercy, the Great Parent of the universe looks upon the whole of the human family with a fatherly care and paternal regard; He views them as His offspring, and without any of those contracted feelings that influence the children of men…We admit that God is the great source and fountain from whence proceeds all good; that He is perfect intelligence, and that His wisdom is alone sufficient to govern and regulate the mighty creations and worlds which shine and blaze with such magnificence and splendor over our heads, as though touched with His finger and moved by His Almighty word. … God sees the secret springs of human action, and knows the hearts of all living…The purposes of our God are great, His love unfathomable, His wisdom infinite, and His power unlimited; therefore, the Saints have cause to rejoice and be glad, knowing that ‘this God is our God forever and ever, and He will be our Guide until death.’ [Psalm 48:14.]”
But one of the descriptions I love most of Heavenly Father is by Heber C. Kimball. He said, “God is the happiest of men. I am perfectly satisfied that my Father and my God is a cheerful, pleasant, lively, and good-natured being. Why? Because I am cheerful, pleasant, lively, and good-natured when I have His Spirit… that arises from the perfection of his attributes; He is a jovial, lively person, and a beautiful man.” I LOVE this. Because in this statement we are given the key to Heavenly Father’s pattern. We can be like Him, and are like him, when we have his Spirit with us. Men who follow worldly examples of fatherhood are not living worthy of the Spirit and are then, not like God. The Spirit here, as in all other situations, is our guide to understanding what manner of men and women we ought to be (3 Nephi 27:27). We should be even as God is. God is love and life. When I think of the best moments I have had with my brothers, father, cousins, friends, etc… it is when these men are their best selves: kind, funny, generous, patient, supportive, protective, strong, and good.

Every relationship we are in teaches us how to be a better man or women, daughter, son, father or mother. I am the only girl in my family, which I love, and though I have been chased, teased, and sometimes sat on by my older or younger brothers, being surrounded by these men, my father and brothers, my uncles, cousins, friends, neighbors, students, classmates, etc., has taught me to see and understand the perfect imperfections of loving fathers and fathers-to-be. As the men in our lives seek the council our the greatest father, our Heavenly Father, learn of him, through him, and by him, His perfect perfections will become clear as they seek to have his Spirit with them and repent of trespasses when committed. As women, we can encourage, love, support, and even at times demand that these men love us and treat us as our Father in Heaven would. We women, can also seek His Spirit to perfect our own imperfections, misunderstandings, and challenges. As we do this we will be more like our Father in Heaven also. We will understand the men in our lives and gain understanding that creates love, and unity, not contention or criticism.

God’s pattern is perfect, because he is perfect, but as I think I have repeated enough times now, we are not. As Elder Holland requested in his most recent conference talk, (forgive a few embellishments) “so be kind regarding human frailty—your own as well as that of those who serve with you in a Church (or a family) led by … mortal men and women. Except in the case of His only perfect Begotten Son, imperfect people are all God has ever had to work with. That must be terribly frustrating to Him, but He deals with it. So should we. And when you see imperfection, remember that the limitation is not in the divinity of the work….so be patient and kind and forgiving.” I hope that today as we gather with our families, call our fathers in other states or countries, or remember our fathers who may have passed on or who may not be in our lives for whatever reasons, that we will remember to forgive them of their shortcomings and love them for their care, guidance, kindness, and love.  May we also remember that we are loved by our Father in Heaven and that as we look to our perfect Father in Heaven and live worthily to have his spirit and guidance with us always, we can be come more like him and grow and change through the Atonement and God’s plan of happiness into the men and women, fathers and mothers that God has shown us how to be. 

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Words

As you can see, it's been a while since I have written. Written words have not come easily for me this last year. I think because to write, for me, means connecting to the truth of yourself. And after grad school I felt like I'd had plenty of truth, 130 pages of truth, ripped apart, revised, and bound into a thesis that felt like just a part of what I am. A hard part. I think this last year I have been searching for words. Attempting, and often failing, to solidify my experiences into weighted lines full of color and clarity. But, I wasn't feeling it. So I stopped writing, at least on paper or this screen. I've been collecting though. Snatching lines and images, love, and bits of beauty, but never making anything solid. But now it's time.

So I'm going to share a poem, one I started years ago, but for some reason today felt like it needed some tweaking. I think I've got it. I'd love to know what you think.

Love, Melinda



Stars

I had hurled the words
Now suspended in the air
“I am tired. I've had enough. I am finished.”
Perfected lines that screamed
For help, for truth
For something, different.

I had told him that I loved him
Made myself essential
As a hook
I was so afraid of losing
And we had searched for signs of life, for years
But now, I meant to cut, to slit, to sever.

The words hang between us
Bald bare, bone bare, and yellowing
Polished words kept inside this skull
Now ripped from their protective casing.

I was alone more than ever.

And yet, he stopped me,
Took my fists,
And carefully opened each finger
As if to reveal,
All those parts of me I chose to close

And there we stood, my fingers
Splayed out in his, like stars
And he caught my falling words
And placed them, gently, in my hands. 

Thursday, August 18, 2011

talking.

I haven't written in months. If I am being really honest, I haven't written comfortably in over a year. I am finding a new voice, one grounded in a much more Northern clime, with far less red rock, and many more people. It has thrown me off kilter. But this last Sunday I spoke in church, and there is nothing like a church talk to set me straight. I am continually amazed at the power and clarity that can be bestowed through the Spirit. I began 4 talks, wrote for a bit, but never felt I was headed in the right direction. Something was missing: a scripture, a connection, the right words. As most of my real writing does, it evolves, builds,  transcends any notion or idea I had for its final form, even as I was reading it aloud. This is no exception. I wrote four talks, but ended up combining them altogether somehow into what I will paste below. My topic was a phrase from the Good Samaritan, "And who is my brother?" I know more than ever how important one soul is. I hope I can always personify that.

Note: I am aware my citations are not perfect. Don't judge.

"I want to begin my talk today with a simple scripture from 1 John 4:8 “ He that loveth not, knoweth not God: for God is love.” Today I have been asked to speak on the phrase from the parable of the Good Samaritan “And who is my neighbor?” But I feel that to truly understand what that question is asking we need to define a few things. Let’s begin with the equation just expressed by John: “God is love.” The word “is” is a statement of reality, to be, to exist. When used in mathematics it means “to have a specified significance” or “to equal.” Therefore, God = love. Over thousands of years the definition of love has taken on many connotations, but at its root it is an attachment, a chosen connection, an expression of a relationship between two or more things. Like the equation “God is Love” in its simplest form, love denotes the truest type of bond or connection to be had, a relationship with God.
We know how to love because of the pattern set in place by God. John explains this in verses 10-11: “Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us… Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.” So God created the pattern for us to follow. He loved us, so we should love others in the same way. In fact, God went a HUGE step further and commanded that we follow it. In Matthew 22: 37-40, Christ sums up these commandments as follows, “Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.” Did you catch that last phrase, “On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.” In scriptural language this reads as saying… EVERYTHING DEPENDS ON THIS! Everything, as in “this is my work and my glory, to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man,” kind of everything.
So what does this series of definitions have to do with my topic? Well, we were just told it has everything to do with it. As Dr. Marleen Williams stated, “All of God’s laws are ultimately laws of love. Every commandment is given out of love for you and concern for your happiness. Every commandment ultimately tests your ability to love Him and your fellowman.” If all the Gospel laws and the prophets hang on our ability to love God and our neighbor, then we had better learn about these relationships.
Let’s go back to the phrase I was given to study: “And who is my neighbor?” The word neighbor is an Old English/Saxon word “neahgebur” or “neah/nigh” meaning near + “gebur” (sounds like how my voice sounds) meaning dwelling. So a neighbor is a “near dweller” or someone who dwells near. Let me read from the parable of the Good Samaritan and you’ll see how this is all related: Luke, chapter 10 vs 25-29.

25: And Behold a certain lawyer stood up, and tempted him, saying, Master, What shall I do to inherit eternal life?
26: He said unto him: What is written in the law? How readest thou?
27: And he answering said: Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbor as thyself.
28: And he said unto him: thou hast answered right: this do, and thou shalt live.
29: But he, willing to justify himself (or show he had reason for asking) said unto Jesus, and who is my neighbor?

As I have read through these passages I keep coming back to that final question. The emphasis of each individual word in the sentence shows the meaning and power these words have in relation to each other. And it is this idea of relationships (if you haven’t noticed already) that I want to focus on today.  
Returning to the parable of the Good Samaritan, it seems to me, that the lawyer who contended with Jesus sought to logically answer the question: “WHO is my neighbor?”  So with the prior definition of neighbor, the lawyer wanted to know the limit of his obligation for neighborliness. He wanted to know which of the people he associated with or “dwelled near” were considered his neighbors so that he could follow the law (as he stated previously) and then obtain eternal life. He wanted an equation, this + this + this = my neighbors.
But Christ made it clear from his parable that those people the lawyer normally associated with were not the only people who were his neighbors, nor did they (the priest and the Levite) necessarily treat those who dwelled near them as they would a close associate. Christ showed that Samaritans were his neighbors too, even if over time Jewish culture developed a hatred for the Samaritans because they had apostatized from the Israelite religion. Christ’s vision and understanding of “neighbor” extended further than the lawyer expected.
            Christ was leading him, and us to ask the question this way: “Who IS my neighbor?” We have already talked about the definition of the word “is.” It is a statement of reality. To understand who our neighbor truly is, we have to understand another relationship, the being we first dwelled near. God said “I will give unto you a pattern in all things, that ye may not be deceived.” He set in place our first relationship, that of a parent. As the bible dictionary states, “Mankind has a special relationship to [God] that differentiates man from all other created things: man is literally God’s offspring, made in his image, whereas all other things are but the work of his hands.” God, therefore, is our Father, and our doctrine and the scriptures testify repeatedly of this relationship.
It would have been easy to start my talk by just saying, God is our Father, our neighbors are God’s children, so we should love them as we love God. That really would be have been much easier. But, again, what I want to make clear are the relationships we are placed in. If you think about it, existence = relationships, to just be alive is to be in relationship with countless things. The instinctive act of breathing is a complicated and interconnected process of relationships involving our heart, veins, blood cells, lungs trachea, bronchi, bronchioles, and clusters of alveoli and more… not to mention the vertebrae, ribcage, back muscles, etc.. that keep our body erect and space inside for our lungs to expand. Or how about if we were to walk around outside right now… all of our senses would report the information or energy, colors, smells, etc, we are in relationship to. But as God said, all these things we see are “but the work of his hands.” Our neighbors, however, are our literal brothers and sisters all linked together in a vast series of interconnected, intergenerational, physical, spiritual, and emotional relationships. Our connections, obligations, and influences on each other are far greater than we often choose to realize.
It is through these relationships, with God and our neighbors, that we find meaning, that we literally learn language, understand that this person is a boy, and this person is a girl. Through these relationships we learn about power, and pain, endurance, joy, and love. This is what makes the Gospel truly amazing. It is our and its interconnectedness.
It is clear that the lawyer in the parable didn’t understand the breadth and depth of our relationship to others. Nor did the characters, the “certain priest” who saw the wounded man, but walked on the other side, or the Levite, who “looked on him” but continued on his way. They did what so many of us do with those we meet, we look, sometimes get really close- enough to see the wounds, and mistakenly think there is nothing we can do, or someone else will help them.
By the end of the parable Christ is asking the lawyer and us to adopt his view of the people that surrounded us and show mercy and compassion toward them. What better person to share a view of our fellow beings with than Christ, who more than being our Elder brother, chose to be our Savior and Redeemer, to create a relationship that would literally save us …from our sins, our heartache, those stupid things we did in jr. high, high school, or even yesterday, and the pain caused by being in relationships with others who do not see us and love us as Christ and God do.
The parable of the Good Samaritan, and particularly the phrase, “And Who is my neighbor?” is asking us to acknowledge the eternal connections, relationships, and desires we have when and if we choose to see and love others. The Samaritan may have not understood Jewish doctrine, or LDS doctrine, or even Christian beliefs, but his behavior toward the wounded man, left half dead, on the side of the road, was motivated by his innate humanness, by the light of Christ which connects us, and the love of God the Father, and our Redeemer. We as members of the church have the added companionship/relationship of the Holy Ghost, the literal Spirit of God. John confirms this relationship again in CH 4: 16- “And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love, dwelleth in God, and God in him.”
We, too, have been, and can continue to be motivated, like the Samaritan to have compassion on our brothers and sisters, some who may be wounded, even left half dead after life experience. We can extend our vision of our “neighbors” beyond our roommates/families, or the people across the hall, but to love and seek to understand those “in [the] sphere in which God has placed [us]” who we may not know, understand, agree with, or even acknowledge. When we choose this type of action we are being like God and like Christ, we are choosing to love as they do, the first step to becoming like them. As John states in a Ch 3: 2 “Beloved, now we are the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.” It is my prayer that we will not pass by our brothers and sisters in need. That we can take every opportunity, though service, home and visiting teaching, game nights, softball, FHE, and by listening to the Spirit which dwelleth in us, to act upon our compassion for others and continually build upon our knowledge of the Gospel and its teaching of love. As John stated “God is love” and this eternal equation helps us to see the relationships and connections we have with God and our neighbor, for as Christ has told us, “Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have adone it unto one of the bleast of these my cbrethren, ye have done it unto me.”"


Thursday, June 30, 2011

More.

um... it's been almost 4 months. I should probably write something more than two sentences. Yeah, I should.

Monday, March 7, 2011

guilty pleasure # 43

On a snowy night like tonight where I nearly slammed my car into a BMW and an Miada parked along my brother's street I would like to share one of my guilty pleasures. No, this is not singing every word of Mariah Carey's "Always Be My Baby," the entire Backstreet Boys Millennium album, or even having "Say Yes to the Dress" tvo'd each week so I can check out the amazing and ridiculous things people decide to wear. My snowday guilty pleasure is that i LOVE kicking off the buildup from around my tires. You know, the stuff like this:






I mean look at it... it is a driving hazard. How do you expect to turn your wheels with solid chunks of ice wedged around your tires? So not only does kicking this muck save lives, but when you get out of your car and find that your entire wheel well is filled with ice and slush and that dirt they lay down for traction, it sure feels good to watch as the powerful whack from your boot dislodges a nearly impossible amount of the stuff. I mean really... how does it all fit up there. Sometimes it takes several swift kicks to really get the crud out of there. And then in the morning when it's time to go to work you get the added gift of being able to drive over the pile of buildup on the ground. Squash it flat like a pancake. 

Would you be surprised if I told you I love puddles as well? 

Probably not.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

a holiday...

Maybe it is the bipolar weather of midwinter or maybe it is the way these grey days make me think of Jane Eyre wandering along the moors, but right now I wish I was in England. It has been on my mind for months. It started with my ritual viewing of "The Holiday" at Christmastime.  I know that there will not be a devilishly handsome (and rather pissed) Jude Law lookalike there to play tour guide to the charms of English village life and I know at this moment the weather is no better, probably worse than it is here. But I want it all the same. 

I want to walk these streets:



Rummage through history:


Walk amongst the heather:



Find new favorites with people like this:


And this:


And this:


And this:



Try new foods like haggis and blood pudding... maybe.



I'd even take getting thrown in the stocks again:


And drink the "awfully curative" waters at Bath:


If it meant I could see places like this:


And this: 


And this:


So friends, let's go. Let's fly to the place where people actually speak with the accents we copy daily. Who needs savings when we have all of these beautiful places to see. 

Saturday, February 5, 2011

light, light, light.


I am a compulsive photographer. Many of you have experienced the endless click, click, click of my camera, sometimes one shot every second, framing, zooming in, laying open the panorama of some canyon or family party. For a long time I never understood or even thought about why I felt the need to take SO many pictures of the same things, why my summers were endlessly cataloged, and why I have thousands of pictures of sunsets and clouds, sun on red rock faces, and cloudscapes in the Salt Lake Valley. One reason is as artist and filmmaker Aaron Rose puts it, “In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.” 

I love what light can do. It changes the most banal subject (i.e. curtains) into something beautiful. It creates emotion and connection and surprise. 

Today I am sharing a few of my favorite "light" photographs. And these pictures are favorites for all of the reasons I love things, color and contrast, shape, composition, and emotion. Enjoy!
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Curtains: a study




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Southern Utah / Northern AZ

Cape Royal
LeFevere Viewpoint looking West.
Arizona Blue Sky
Sunset
Lees Ferry
Navajo Bridge

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Northern Utah
Sardine Canyon Fall
Deseret Ranch
Outside Logan