There are times as I wander through this life of mine that I remember being a child. Doing very similar things with my father so near. I was one of those lucky kids to be raised in the mountains when the rest of the world was searching for the cities. I was born and raised at Lake Tahoe .That was before it was the world class resort it is now.. My father and I would walk down the stream to the point it flowed into the lake and just sit awaiting the sun to do its slow journey toward the mountains of the west. Those memories are a strong guiding light for me now as I view nature and its perfect existence.Is it possible I could have seen this sunset with my father so many years ago? Is this that same moment in time ,replayed for my benefit?..These questions continually course through my synapse as I peer through my view-finder and try to relay the emotion of the moment to the one who is viewing this assortment of colored pixels..
“The Epitaph of a Addicted Photographer”…Dennis
This written word is to accompant my image of the same name..