Dennis Doyle

Artist and author

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The door....

A door can be the beginning or the end. That same door can bring with it the hope of a new acquaintance or the renewal of a long lost friend.

Doors are nothing more than walls we build to close ourselves in and to lock others out. I propose to you that the appearance of your "door" can shout to the world "This is me " or can say stay away in a sheltered voice.

Choose to open your doors to the wonderful possibilities of love, companionship and, yes even, disappointment.

Travel with me through my doors if you can...dennis

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Sticks and Stones

We fulfill our destiny in this life as the events dictate. We wake up and go to sleep every day. We sit by the fire in the winter holding deep conversations with those we love and cherish. We consume the prepared food at the table in the corner. We cook,clean and even breathe under the watchful eyes of the home.

Under the roof and cuddled in the arms of the walls around us. The home, the house, the place we go when we need the gift of love.

Sticks and stones with flesh and bones... Home... dennis

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Open your Soul

Empty your troubled mind into the vast Nevada skies. Let your heart see the the options that life offers in the arms of nature. Fill your soul with the incredible possibilities that lie around the corner... dennis

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     Dark Skies...

The ever present Dark Skies: attempting to gather the light of the night into a gentle hug. Trying to smother the ability of the cosmos to keep a small light burning in the window. This night, those Dark Skies will lose their battle. They will be defeated by the forces of light. Fighting without the moon, the stars are themselves the star. Fight on Milky Way. Show us the way home. Keep the light lit in the sky we love...dennis

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               Wisdom.. Time marches on. Collecting rust and memories. As that same time passes quickly the The heart and soul become more visible. The “new” beauty is replaced by Wisdom, Strength and knowledge. So life pretends to honor youth And discard age While I try to exonerate the purity of design. ……  dennis….  

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September nights changing from warm to cool. September days changing from long to short. September leaves from green to gold. The September of our days confirms natures need for constant innovation. September urges us to begin to adapt to the coming sleep… dennis

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“The egg precedes the hatchling. The hatchling cradled in the egg. Alien shapes and forms are not unique, except to the alien viewer. You and I are the aliens here.”…dennis

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         The Last Minute

The last hours of the day. The last minutes of the hour. The remaining seconds of the minute. Every second counts. Every minute is important. Every hour is critical. Live your life as if a second is all there is… Breathe in the beautiful light, breathe out the darkness… dennis This is Stillwater National Wildlife Reserve. One second before darkness…..dennis

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                           Teton Perfection

  The dark skies and heavy clouds were, just moments before, a solid sea of churning atmosphere. The rain was pelting the windshield. Without letting the viewer see, those same clouds were silently laying a blanket of snow over the green pine forests above me. Then as if a giant wand passed over the world, those same clouds opened.They relaxed their hold on the earth and as if to show off their work,and allowed the mountains to see the sky. At the same time, my truck came to a stop to view this perfection the rain caused. Nature was showing off her makeover. She was smiling and allowing the world to revel in the intense handiwork she had completed. I stared. I searched the wall of the mountain for a small part that was not perfect; it did not exist. The beauty that nature created was perfect. As I drove away, those clouds closed back on the mountain and the rain again covered the truck. Awesome moments in time..dennis

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       Last Light The last drops of the light. Light that is almost liquid. I am sure this light is the pastels that nature paints her masterpieces with.     dennis

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         Snowflakes  A snowflake drifts slowly  and inevitably down onto the  white blanket of winter. The heat of the sun transforms that snowflake into a drop of liquid blue,  like a caterpillar to moth. The snowflake spills into the trickel  as the trickel rushes toward the stream with the eventual destination ever present . The destination is not the lake like you assumed ,it is instead the eyes of the lucky few  to see the snowflake pass over the lip of the       green moss covered cascade.. dennis

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        Dragons The night can hold many dragons.  As a child, they live under the bed.  As a teen, they hide in school tests.  As a adult, they can hide in the sky. The building clouds on a spring evening very quickly turn into giant behemoths that spew fire and scream at the earth with voices that thunder across the plains and into the ears of the adults huddled safely fearing dragons.  Well perhaps not fearing, but certainly aware that dragons are out there,  lurking in the soft fluffy clouds of spring. The weather is a part of nature we all need to be aware of and respect...dennis

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We all walk through life not really observing the view. We put one foot in front of another as fast as we can. The destination is our goal. I suggest, that is not always the best path. I submit that the journey is the goal. The destination is the result of the journey. I seem to be traveling a bit slower on my journeys recently. Taking time to observe the steps in front of my feet, but not forgetting to peek back at the steps I have just past. This journey of life is not designed to be all about the result or the destination. You see, the destination is death and the result is similar. Life is, in its nature, a journey as opposed to a destination. Live your life a bit slower and look for the forest bridges to cross. When you reach the bridge in the forest, stop and look back. Stop and look forward and thank God for the beauty of life and the wonderful experiences we encounter on the journey. May your destination exist beyond your horizons.....dennis

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  Home...

The smell of eggs frying on the stove still linger in your mind as you walk through the place you called home. Until a few minutes ago, this home was yours and the animals in the fields were your friends.

   The creek out back gave this world a reason for existence. The vegetables grew and the chickens laid eggs. The days were long, but the tired was beautiful. 

  Home is the area where the kids played and grew. Season after season, they prospered. Not prosper like the city folk, but like the country folk. Money was scarce, but happiness was abundant. Then more people started to move in across the valley and to chase their own version of this small perfect dream.

   Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell that little stream up the road a bit to increase its flow for those downstream. The stream flowed less and less. The water was becoming brackish.

   The man packed the old truck with the few belongings he owned. The two kids in the seat next to him and a photo of his wife’s grave next to the now dead tree, taped to the dashboard…

    life, interrupted…dennis

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Downy, soft clouds gently coercing the intense rays of an August sun to travel in practiced patterns. Shadow and Light slowly dancing with the red rock spires as their partner. It is only thru the benevolent nature of the Earth Mother that such joyous sights are revealed...dennis

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The End... The seasons come and go as the months turn from spring into fall. The fresh buds of spring have turned into the verdant green of early summer and then to the vibrant colors of fall. The final bit of life energy is transferred from these leaves into the host tree that they have shared for all of these months. They gave their all and now the time has come. The end of life so the tree may live on. This is the way of nature. The way of life. The life as it is intended to be....dennis

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Lost in the sea of grass, the humble cabin watches the waves of amber sweep through the front door and out the back. The circle completes itself with or without our help...... dennis