On a trip to Moab, Utah to photograph cowboys on a large ranch, I had some extra time to visit the cliffs where there were ancient petroglyphs thought to have been made between 1000- 1200 by an ancient culture called the Fremont’s. The images are carved or scratched into the stone. The people moved in small groups and depict their animal findings and important people in the society. The Hopi, Zuni and Paiute Indians carried on oral traditions from the Fremonts.

I was drawn to the rock formations and inevitably would find a hidden creature or group of people tucked in a crevice. The more I look at each image I find new animals or scenes of people that set my mind to wandering about the creators and the life they lived so many years ago.

At one time in my life I lived on an organic farm and raised goats and chickens and honeybees and had a huge garden of vegetable and fruit. I made bread by hand, canned, pickled, made cheese and yogurt and had a small farm stand. My house had 6-person party phone line two miles from my nearest neighbor. There were no cell phones or even computers.

In my lifetime there have been so many cultural changes. I love looking back at the past and imagining what was or might have been.