PHOTOGRAPHY : Early Works

“It is not that I'm so smart. But I stay with the questions much longer.” ― Albert Einstein

Yellow Forest
Yellow Forest

Snow Mass - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Heaven on Earth
Heaven on Earth

Independence Pass outside of Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Snow Globe
Snow Globe

Independence Pass - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Hidden Emeralds
Hidden Emeralds

Backside of Ajax - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

God's Painting
God's Painting

Outskirts - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

God's Painting II
God's Painting II

Ajax - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Mountain Meadow
Mountain Meadow

Aspen Institute - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Reflections
Reflections

Aspen Center for Environmental Studies - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Snow Duck
Snow Duck

Aspen Center for Environmental Studies - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Door To The Wilderness
Door To The Wilderness

Abandoned House, Smugglers - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Winter's Flow
Winter's Flow

Smugglers - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Growth from Mud
Growth from Mud

Maroon Bells - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Serenity
Serenity

Aspen Institute - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Red Cape
Red Cape

Smugglers - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Berries on Yellow
Berries on Yellow

Cemetery Lane - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Mountain View
Mountain View

Independence Pass - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Climbing to the Skies
Climbing to the Skies

Old Snow Mass - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

For Whom The Bell Tolls
For Whom The Bell Tolls

Maroon Bells - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Reaching to Heaven
Reaching to Heaven

Smugglers - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

The Hikers
The Hikers

Ajax - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

Yellow Vibrance
Yellow Vibrance

Snow Mass - Aspen, CO. (c) 2014 by Brian Clopp.

"I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it one day,
And as my fingers pressed it still,
It moved and yielded to my will.

I came again when days were past–
The bit of clay was hard at last;
The form I gave it, it still bore,
But I could change that form no more.

 

I took a piece of living clay
And gently formed it day by day,
And molded with my power and art
A young child’s soft and yielding heart.

 

I came again when years were gone–
It was a man I looked upon;
He still that early impress wore,
And I could change him nevermore."

-- Author Unknown