the visual memory of a feeling.

The Photographs


Like being in Bryce Canyon, Utah with it’s glorious vaulted hoodoos freshly dusted with snow in the middle of March and the photo I created there was when Angela and I rounded the corner on the trail down in the trees and I just felt something special. I paused and took my time trying to nail what it was a felt. I climbed the boulder, just 5 feet to get the angle. I got still. And I got my shot. It’s the first one in the favorites below. I shoot what I feel.

Like being in Bryce Canyon, Utah with it’s glorious vaulted hoodoos freshly dusted with snow in the middle of March and the photo I created there was when Angela and I rounded the corner on the trail down in the trees and I just felt something special. I paused and took my time trying to nail what it was a felt. I climbed the boulder, just 5 feet to get the angle. I got still. And I got my shot. It’s the first one in the favorites below. I shoot what I feel.


these are the ones I have up at home.

Mollie's Favorites

"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it." - Norman MacLean

Water Signs

The Known and Not-So-Known National Spaces

Natural Treasures

Hold Your Horses

Ranchland

Lean In.

Abstract Nature