09/09/2026
MY BIRTHDAY WISH
This past Sunday was my birthday, to celebrate, Sharon and I went to our usual place to get away, to refill the well, and remember the days when our two girls were little. The good times at Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Park.
As we drove, reminiscing about our picnic spots, hikes, and scenery, we came to Jackson Lake. As we drove over the reservoir, we found it almost empty.
The lake looked like a stream; it trickled into the reservoir and slowly crept through the concrete wall. I was in shock! I’ve been coming here since my girls were born. Since becoming a professional landscape photographer 12 years ago, I never imagined this would happen.
We stopped. I gathered my camera equipment and, with tears in my eyes, stumbled down the dam’s concrete wall. I came to the flat of the lake. I instantly smelled death. With every step, I could hear the crunch of dry, dead shells of freshwater mussels.
As I came almost to the center of the dry lake, I knelt and laid my hand on the hard, cracked clay. I felt I had let Mother Earth down and it was my fault for not doing my part. I cried and screamed into the air. The beauty, the tranquil sound of the waves hitting the shore, and the rush of the tides from the horizon were just memories now. What have we done? Jackson Lake is only 18% full!
I wiped the tears from my eyes and began documenting the lake. I took photos of this catastrophe, this riot of the land, this killing, this unimaginable greed. I have taken so many beautiful photographs here; the land has given me so many beautiful memories—it gives and gives—and we keep taking and taking.
As I walked away, I left an offering and a prayer. I promised to be and do better. I prayed for the water, for all the living creatures that depend on the lake for life.
While climbing back up the steep concrete wall, I remembered 10 years ago I was at the Standing Rock camps fighting for the water, the cry, “Water is Life!” The words, the prayers are still here, still alive inside us. We can all make a change if we can be one. We all need water to live.
My birthday wish: to be a better steward to Mother Earth, and to be a voice for the voiceless.