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.


A Stone Building That Happens To Be The Visitor Center At The Entrance To The Canyon We Love. by Bijan Pirnia


Starsmore Discovery Center, Honoring The Legacy Of James And Mary Starsmore by Bijan Pirnia


Starsmore Discovery Center, In Loving Memory Of James And Mary Starsmore by Bijan Pirnia


The Grandeur That Has A Certain Je Ne Sais Quoi by Bijan Pirnia


Elysian Visions by Bijan Pirnia


Similar To The Palantine Hill But Without The Ancient Ruins by Bijan Pirnia


Arcas Is The King Of Arcadia, The Home Of God Pan. by Bijan Pirnia


The Mid Point Between Ante Meridiem And Post Meridiem, Between A.M. And P.M. by Bijan Pirnia


We Love Our Whimsical Weather. Not A Dull Moment. by Bijan Pirnia


Sown With Rocks And Boulders by Bijan Pirnia


Morozko, The Slavic Patron Of Winter by Bijan Pirnia


It's Mid May. We're Fast Approaching The End Of Our Snow Season. by Bijan Pirnia


The Profile Of An Uncouth Guy Etched In Stone by Bijan Pirnia


Theia, The Titan Goddess Of The Shining Ether And Blue Sky by Bijan Pirnia


The Multitudinous Array Of Colors In Our Nearby National Forest by Bijan Pirnia


Vesna, The Slavic Spring Goddess by Bijan Pirnia


The Affectionate Cognomen Is America's Mountain by Bijan Pirnia


Lexington Sunset by Bijan Pirnia


Iconic Colorado by Bijan Pirnia


Eventually, It'll End Up In The Gulf Of Mexico. by Bijan Pirnia


The Kissing Camels Framed By An Ancient Juniper by Bijan Pirnia


A Glimpse Of The Mighty Rockies Through A Rocky Window by Bijan Pirnia


A Rocky Frame For The Skyscraper That Towers Over My Hometown by Bijan Pirnia


Crocus The Harbinger Of Spring by Bijan Pirnia


The Beauty That Takes Your Breath Away And Leaves You Speechless. That's Colorado. by Bijan Pirnia


Throughout The Rockies, Aspens Begin To Put On Their Annual Raiments Around Mid May. by Bijan Pirnia


El Puente Is A Sweet-sounding Word. It Has A Nice Ring To It. It's Spanish For Bridge. by Bijan Pirnia


Yellow Galore by Bijan Pirnia


The Canyon Memories by Bijan Pirnia


Top To Bottom Yellow by Bijan Pirnia


Atlas, The Titan God Of Astronomy And Navigation, Bore Uranus, The Sky, On His Shoulders. by Bijan Pirnia


A Tree Is An Object Of Beauty XIV by Bijan Pirnia


In Celebration Of Mabon, The Autumnal Equinox by Bijan Pirnia


A January Sunrise Behind The Siamese Twins by Bijan Pirnia


Lady Slipper by Bijan Pirnia


Darth Vader And Yoda Paid Us A Visit All The Way From Gemany by Bijan Pirnia


Darth And Yoda Were Here. Aren't You Jealous? by Bijan Pirnia


You Naughty Knotty Pine by Bijan Pirnia


Life Is An Arbitrary Eruption Of The Inexplicable And Ineffable. by Bijan Pirnia


South End Of The Garden by Bijan Pirnia


The First Week Of May, Claret Cup Cacti Begin To Bloom Throughout The Colorado Rockies. by Bijan Pirnia


Genuine Faith Is Like A Radar That pierces The Fog Of Intellectual Confusion And Mindless Cacophony. by Bijan Pirnia


A Creek That Trolls The Ancient Canticle Of Nature by Bijan Pirnia


Lady Niben Represents Summer In The Abenaki Mythology. by Bijan Pirnia


Your Destiny Is Shaped And Sealed By The Content Of Your Character. by Bijan Pirnia


A Lakeside Willowwacks by Bijan Pirnia


The Joy Of Seeing So Much Snow On Crab Apple Blossoms On The Last Day Of April by Bijan Pirnia


A Roadside Neve by Bijan Pirnia