Bijan Pirnia







Bijan Pirnia

Bijan Pirnia

Manitou Springs, CO


Personal Manifesto
For me photography is not a hobby or pastime. It is truly a passion, a way of life, and a calling. It is the sine qua non of my existence. I define passion as a fire that burns in your heart and gives meaning, purpose, and direction to your life. It is also a vision that no one can see but you. Through photography I communicate my feelings and depict how I see beauty. Nature photography affords me the opportunity to engage with landscape at profoundly emotional and intimate levels. To paraphrase the legendary photographer, Ansel Adams, when I look at the beauties and masterpieces of nature, I see something that is not physically there --- something I cannot put into words because it's a subjective reality that is built from within rather than extracted from without. It is precisely this inner world, this personal vision that I aspire to communicate through the photographic image.
Over the years, raising environmental awareness has been the impetus behind my photography. For as long as I can remember, I have had an incurable longing to make a difference and a meaningful contribution to the human condition. I believe in living for a cause that is infinitely greater than I --- a cause that informs and defines my life but is not defined or limited by my ephemeral existence. I agree wholeheartedly with the German philosopher, Friedrich Hegel in his assertion that " Life has value only when it has something valuable as its object." In the same vein, I have often thought that the purpose of life should be a life of purpose. The day I die, I want the world to be a vastly improved place because I raised awareness regarding the sanctity of nature and helped many an individual experience the truth in a statement made by William Shakespeare : "Nature has music for those who listen." Many years of personal experiences have taught me that this is music of a different kind. It is a mellifluous rhythm that beats to the glorious dance of creation. It is the hallelujah chorus of the universe that permeates verdant forests, accompanies ocean waves and torrential rivers, rides on idle clouds sailing across the sky, and can be heard in the whisper of a gentle breeze. Once you hear this divine symphony, a major shift will take place in your consciousness and you will never be the same person again.
In one of his poems, Tagore, a poet and Nobel laureate from Bangladesh expresses this inner transformation more eloquently than I can : "When old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart." To hear this celestial chorus, silence is indispensable. Be still within and behold the miracle that will blossom in the deepest recesses of your psyche --- the miracle that is not a flashy, showy phenomenon nor is it related to supernatural. It is entirely natural. It's a genuine awakening like no other. It is the expansion of your awareness, the deepening of your vision, and the softening of your heart. It is the gaining of perspicacity and wisdom. To paraphrase the Austrian writer, Franz Kafka, make a habit of being silent and the universal wisdom will reveal itself to you freely in ecstasy. It has to. It has no choice. The most valuable lesson I have learned through many years of solitude and introspection can be summed up as follows : Silence is the language that God uses to communicate --- the silence that is not merely the absence of words or sound. It transcends words, beliefs, and narrow confines of the intellect. It is in this silence that you will hear the divine music Shakespeare alluded to. It is in this silence that new melodies will break forth from your heart and you will be transformed into a fundamentally different person.
May God's unbounded love illuminate your heart and open your eyes to a deeper reality. May love be your creed and truth your guiding light. May the fire of love burn in your heart and purify you from within for it is your capacity to love that makes your truly human and therefore Godlike.
I have no religious or idealogical affiliation; but I'm convinced that the most profound spiritual wisdom humanity has ever expressed in words is in the book of John in the New Testament : "God is love. Whoever loves knows God and is born of God." May you be born of God anew everyday. May you grow in love.


The Annual Ice-sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rocies, Masked African Tribesmen, Nighttime Shot by Bijan Pirnia


Amethyst Petals by Bijan Pirnia


Once Upon A Sward by Bijan Pirnia


The Cerise Chokecherry Leaves In The Foreground by Bijan Pirnia


Yarilo, The Slavic God Of Vegetation And Springtime by Bijan Pirnia


The Perse Sky Of Colorado High Country by Bijan Pirnia


Thunderheads Cloud Formation, A Juggernaut Of Nature by Bijan Pirnia


Ice-sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies, Soft Magenta by Bijan Pirnia


Ice-sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies, Sexy Red by Bijan Pirnia


Ice-sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies, Yellow Bubbles by Bijan Pirnia


Ice-sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies, Icy-blue Bubbles by Bijan Pirnia


God Is A Mere Name If The Mind Has No Apperception Of Divinity. by Bijan Pirnia


Teal Needles Aplenty by Bijan Pirnia


Ice-sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies, The Simian Majesty by Bijan Pirnia


The Serenity That Delights Me To The Marrow by Bijan Pirnia


A Rainy, Drizzly Day That Induces Oscitancy by Bijan Pirnia


Taupe Rock Slabs by Bijan Pirnia


Hopelessly In Love With Cloud Formations, Impossible For Me Not To Be by Bijan Pirnia


Bleeding Hearts Ready To Shoot white Arrows. They're Straight Shooters. by Bijan Pirnia


They're Blushing Crimson. by Bijan Pirnia


Not Even King Solomon In All His Splendor Was Dressed Like This. by Bijan Pirnia


Rod, The Slavic Supreme God, The Creator Of All Life by Bijan Pirnia


The Gift Of God To The Soul Is Not A Vaunting Sanctity But A Gentle Humility. by Bijan Pirnia


A Powdery Bloom Covers The Evergreens, Or So It Seems. by Bijan Pirnia


One Of Them Is Puce. The Other One Looks Like The Sun. by Bijan Pirnia


Vermillion Is The Color Of The Rock. by Bijan Pirnia


North Clear Creek Falls, Rio Grande National Forest, Colorado, Selenium Tone by Bijan Pirnia


North Clear Creek Falls, Rio Grande National Forest, Colorado, Monochrome by Bijan Pirnia


North Clear Creek Falls, Rio Grande National Forest, Colorado by Bijan Pirnia


To The Illuminated Mind, The Whole World Is Burning And Sparkling With Light. by Bijan Pirnia


The Annual Ice Sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies, Daytime Siren by Bijan Pirnia


The Annual Ice Sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies, Nighttime Siren by Bijan Pirnia


I Would Call This Divine Vine. Wouldn't You ? by Bijan Pirnia


Tangerine Daybreak by Bijan Pirnia


Divine Light In Your Soul by Bijan Pirnia


Lily R by Bijan Pirnia


A Tree Is An Object Of Beauty X by Bijan Pirnia


Frozen Beauty AKA Ice Is Nice VIII by Bijan Pirnia


Orchids Galore by Bijan Pirnia


Lily Q by Bijan Pirnia


Aurora, The Roman Goddess Of Dawn by Bijan Pirnia


These Idle Clouds Sailing Across The Sky by Bijan Pirnia


Asters by Bijan Pirnia


Cottonballs On Evergreen by Bijan Pirnia


Cottonballs on Evergreen by Bijan Pirnia


cattail by Bijan Pirnia


Iris XXIII by Bijan Pirnia


It Almost Resembles Umbra And Penumbra. by Bijan Pirnia