Monday, November 4, 2013

 The majority of my photography is done out in nature. Reality is that I live in a city. I was born and raised here, went away for a education and returned to raise my family.







  • Cedar Rapids
    City in Iowa

  • Cedar Rapids is the second largest city in Iowa and is the county seat of Linn County. The city lies on both banks of the Cedar River, 20 miles north of Iowa City and 100 miles east of Des Moines, the state's capital and largest city. Wikipedia
  • Area: 72.07 sq miles (186.7 km²)










     “To hear never-heard sounds,
    To see never-seen colors and shapes,
    To try to understand the imperceptible
    Power pervading the world;
    To fly and find pure ethereal substances
    That are not of matter
    But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
    To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
    To be a lantern in the darkness
    Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
    To feel much more than know.
    To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
    To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
    To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
    To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
    Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
    To be a smile on the face of a woman
    And shine in her memory
    As a moment saved without planning.” Dejan Stanjanovic











     “A city isn’t so unlike a person. They both have the marks to show they have many stories to tell. They see many faces. They tear things down and make new again.” Rasmenia Massoud

     “Cities are never random.
    No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem. In fact, a city is nothing more than a solution to a problem, that in turn creates more problems that need more solutions, until towers rise, roads widen, bridges are built, and millions of people are caught up in a mad race to feed the problem-solving, problem-creating frenzy.” Neal Shusterman



    “You can't love a city if you have no memories burried there.”  Marina Tavares dias

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