Jonathan Shayfer

I had a gallery of photos to choose for the background of my web site. Forests, lakes, seascapes, vistas of classical English countryside.

They came from far and wide at dusk, strung out desperado's and lazy dreamers, burned out wreckage and rainbow walkers...

When the vastness of the sea swallows you up and clouds are consumed by the horizon and solitaire's the only game in town.

Shattered rusty remnant of a bygone era. The unrelenting wind remembers the maverick smile of Dillinger, the forlorn fate of Bonnie and Clyd

A celestial sky of rolling cloud; a scarlet jingled-belled jester grins slyly at a white canvas tent sprouting a cross. Is this a dream?

And I remember as a wee child, enraptured by the magic of the sea, the hands and smiling weather-beaten face of a time long past...

Kingdoms rise then fall, monuments to man's grandiose schemes, now no more than skeletal ruins. But she endures...

Jagged and stark and hard, like so many dragon's teeth; impotent fury and...