Walking along the dry streambed in late summer I am not so accustomed to such dense foliage here yet those two dead cottonwoods remain, consistent on the bank side by side are these twin shadows of lightning
Gila By Austin Holmes Heloderma suspectum Elusive monster I long to witness your beaded banded skin Bubbling like boiling mythical waters Venom-soaked tongue like a dusty mauve rose Perhaps I shall one day see you emerge From your red earth dwelling, deer mouse in mouth, And shall applaud you and my Boundless fortuity
By Vaughn Hadenfeldt I’m camping in a familiar spot at the junction of a side drainage and its main canyon. For over thirty years I’ve shared this campsite with family, friends and clients. Tonight I’m with two men who have hired me to guide them through this canyon on a backpack trip. Like many locations … Continue reading Camp Spot (Essay)
"You could say all the paintings I've done have been about the Bears Ears area," Lancaster says. "One of the things about living in Bluff is right outside the door is inspiration."
Walk with me into the borderless kiln of tenderness; all we know and are is this clay.
A poem by Irene Hamilton
A poem by Austin Holmes.
Photos and words by Paul Martini A few years ago a photog friend and I hiked to a cliff dwelling in southeast Utah just as a ferocious monsoonal downpour struck. A flash flood came over the pour-off above the alcove. Initially we tried to shelter in the alcove, but there was this high-velocity blast of … Continue reading Behind the Shot: Bluff Photographer Paul Martini
A poem by Irene Hamilton.
A poem by Vaughn Hadenfeldt.