WELCOME TO MY TRAVEL ESSAY PICTORIAL BOOKS  SECTION.

Santa Fe, New Mexico photographer and author Michael McGuerty has authored and self-published eight travel book, along with his mom Diana, the poet, that include his writings, photography, and Diana's poetry.

The eight books include the following regions:

American West,

Europe, Australia, New Zealand,

Tahiti,

Belize/ Costa Rica,

Southern Africa and South America

Book Price:  $ 21 plus $5 shipping--Total: $26

To Order: Contact Michael McGuerty (Contact section)

Listed below is a sample of my writing, photography and my mom Diana's poetry; an excerpt from the book American West:

The prose ----

"In full charismatic, animated pose, our wooden friend invites us to venture into his world. The late afternoon golden light bathes his gnarled skin in warmth while illuminating the majestic buttes beyond. Listen to the hawk as he soars overhead. Let your eyes follow upward to the great ancestral spirits in the clouds, who hover the land like protective guardians.
Welcome to Navajo Country; welcome to Monument Valley.

The Navajos still live in the valley, working with and protecting the land as their ancestors did before them. I stopped along the dirt road to watch a sheepdog attending to his flock of sheep. With no people to assist, the faithful dog is left the responsibility of watching over the sheep.

Earlier that morning, I watched a young Navajo man gazing over the valley from a rocky ledge, a strong smile permeating his face. His son sat nearby playing with his wooden toy while a large juniper tree provided him shade from the harsh rays of the sun.

The air grows cool and the sun begins to fade. It's time for me to set up my campsite. I shall sleep well tonight."

The Picture:

The Poem:

Monument Valley

"Sculptured Silence"

Deeper than thought
Deeper than words...
Deeper than emotions.
This vision casts an elegant spell
Cross sculptured lands once oceans.
When time was but the blinking eye
Of an artist so profound

That proof of all that ever was
Is dust upon the ground.
The silence speaks but whispered tones
By mortal man unknown
And yet I think I heard him sigh...
Before I left for home.

Diana Hunter