Old Tom has been my sidekick for a bunch of years. In
fact, he convinced me to buy my first ever camera. Tom stirs
up sand devil dust storms by banging and clanking through
places of rutted-out red dirt trails and ancient history. He
generally uses his favorite rent-a-car to do this. Even if
Tom's vehicle isn't "off the road", Tom usually
is. Tom's driving, in and of itself, is wonderous to behold.
One day Old Tom ground from fifty
miles an hour to a dead halt in zero seconds, commanding his
rent-a-car to churn every infinite speck of iron red, dusty,
hot sand and stone, to show me a very special and hidden
place that only Tom could really see. (I would have spotted
it first but I had my eyes closed on this particular
drive...out of total fear.) To
show you Tom's discovery from the rent-a-car, amid the
swirling, choking red dust, click your mouse. I will always
call this "Tom's Place" knowing that others have
called this special place something entirely different.
Tom has a special way of seeing things
about Native American lands with his focus on the the
natural wonders that came way before anyone who might be
called Native American.
Here are just a few of the images
captured by Tom, with thanks to Tom for sharing them with
us. I wish that we could accommodate more of Tom's great
work, but space limitations just won't let us do that.
A rarely seen Grand Canyon secret
from deep within the Hualapai home land.
Reflections of red rocks play off of
the bone chilling blue lake mirror.
A place where little grows and little
survives. This is red hard scrabble and stark beauty.