CD Cover for Stephanie Sanchez

The cover for her premire album

Interiors of Christ the King Catholic Community

These images were shot for Christ the King's
30th anniversary directory. 

North Wall



Ambry



South Wall

Memories of You Crash Into Me

Oh Oh, The Places We Go...

One foot past the threshold.. 

Warm light and soft breath fill me.

The sound of bare feet

 Pattering against warm stone I hear.

The whispers of voices past invite me in.

Memories of you crash into me,

And I remember how it feels to be home.

The Above Image Won Grand Prize

Single Image- Faculty Category PIEA 2011



Delamar, NV



And I remember how it feels to be home



 

Searching beyond what I see
into infinity

as a mirror reflecting itself,

my mind goes on...

  and on...

    grasping for finality.

  I cannot find it.

It does not exist?

And so I find myself...
   Shaking hands with   eternity

I cannot see where I am going…

Only where I have been.  

I can tell you only

What I think I know-

That is;

The only way to get there

Is to journey forward

Into time and space.

You will know you are there

When you arrive.



Ely Rail Road Station



When I am still         When I am still                       When I am still

You remind me         You speak in every element     You smile at me

I am never alone       I hear your voice                      I see your face





Light shatters its antitheses scattering fractals of brilliance…

Shedding scales of colour onto a grey universe.

We rise with its dawn to find laid before us

A cosmos once in mourning…

Is now in morning.



This Image won Exhibitor Single Image-
Faculty Division
PIEA 2008



"Where will you go?" he asked.

"Wherever the road leads." she answered.

"It may be more than you bargained for..."

her author said warningly

"or worse...far less."

"Is it not through the living of life

that one determines its value?”

 she challenged, 

"I will never know unless I am

willing to venture

into it, whether or not life is a bargain."

Turning to begin her journey,

her Architect smiled…

and Eve stepped through the aperture.

 

Little windows

Allow bits of light

Into my soul

It is difficult

To see

over the ledge

But I will stretch

And see

if I can But

catch a glimpse

Ahhhh yes…  There you are!  And now my hands are filled with splinters.