The spell of the desert comes back to me, as it always will come. I see the veils, like purple smoke, in the canyons, and I feel the silence.
                                                                           Zane Grey, 1915.

Agathla Peak, Arizona

Rancho de Taos Church

Rocky Mountains National Park

Courthouse Rock, Sedona

                                                                  Utah sunset

 
               Pilgrimage to Nonnezoshe (Rainbow Bridge National Monument)

                                         Old Yosemite

 
                                                           Cabazon Pass

                                       Tourist trade (Yosemite National Park)

                                                      

On the Bow River, Alberta

                                                     

Dry grass valley

On the estuary

Trail up the canyon

    Last visitor (Rainbow Bridge National Monument)

Broken axle

Trees by the river

North end of the valley

Canadian Rockies

Dry wash

Ranch road, Wyoming

Long before I could see it in person, the beauty of the landscape of the American West had captivated my imagination. In magazines, tourist brochures, and even as a backdrop in the occasional movie, it appeared remarkably different from my surroundings. And once I visited it, I was compelled to capture its beauty and mystique on canvas.