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.


Trespassers Will Be Hanged Upside Down By Their Family Jewels. by Bijan Pirnia


How The West Was Run, Teeth Pulled For Just A Couple Of Bucks by Bijan Pirnia


I Would Lief Skinny Dip In This Lake. by Bijan Pirnia


Belisama, The Celtic Goddess Of Rivers And Lakes by Bijan Pirnia


God Boreas Chilling The Air With His Icy Breath by Bijan Pirnia


The Vantage Point Overlooking South Park by Bijan Pirnia


Electric Cincture Wrapped Around The Trunk by Bijan Pirnia


Christmas At The Most Elegant Hotel I've Ever Seen by Bijan Pirnia


Cosmos by Bijan Pirnia


A Natatorium By The Cliff by Bijan Pirnia


Frozen El Diablo, The Devil, Is Green With Envy. by Bijan Pirnia


Shapash, The Sun Goddess Of The Canaanite Pantheon by Bijan Pirnia


A Winged, Waggish Nymph by Bijan Pirnia


Ice Sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies P by Bijan Pirnia


Ice Sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies O by Bijan Pirnia


Helios, The Hellenic Sun God by Bijan Pirnia


Ice Sculpting Festival In The Colorado Rockies N by Bijan Pirnia


How Many Scepters Do You See Here ? by Bijan Pirnia


Our Winter Begins Around Mid October. by Bijan Pirnia


Impossible Not To Fall In Love With Colorado. Here's Why. by Bijan Pirnia


Evanescent Water Vapor by Bijan Pirnia


Tammuz, The Sumerian God Of Vegetation And Food by Bijan Pirnia


It's Named After An Amazing Woman. by Bijan Pirnia


Even A Dying Tree Can Be An Object Of Beauty, A Chandelier Perhaps. by Bijan Pirnia


Many A Caduceus Have I Made From Thin Aspen Trunks. by Bijan Pirnia


The Rubicon That Is Perfectly Safe To Cross by Bijan Pirnia


Winter Quiescence by Bijan Pirnia


Crocus Is Krokos In Greek, Karkom In Hebrew, And Kurkum In Arabic by Bijan Pirnia


Selu, The Cherokee Nature Goddess by Bijan Pirnia


If You're Lucky Enough To Live In The Mountains, You're Lucky Enough. by Bijan Pirnia


Itty Bitty Sweet Little Rose by Bijan Pirnia


Ruxton Of Manitou by Bijan Pirnia


The Skis That Did Not Go To Waste But Made a Yard Fence by Bijan Pirnia


What Happens At The Cabin, Stays At The Cabin. by Bijan Pirnia


The Color That Preponderates by Bijan Pirnia


Far From The Estuary by Bijan Pirnia


A Hibernal Accumulation by Bijan Pirnia


A Hibernal Accumulation, Selenium Tone by Bijan Pirnia


Gleti, The Moon Goddess Of Benin by Bijan Pirnia


Uncompromising Elegance At The Broadmoor by Bijan Pirnia


A Skein Of Geese Often Alight On These Rocks. by Bijan Pirnia


Pomona, The Roman Goddess Of Gardens, Orchards, And Abundance by Bijan Pirnia


Blazing A Swath Of Gold by Bijan Pirnia


Nature Inspires Pierian Stirrings Within Us. by Bijan Pirnia


It Cuts A Swath Through The Canyon. by Bijan Pirnia


Long, Fallow Period In The Dead Of Winter by Bijan Pirnia


Soft, Lovely, Feminine Pink by Bijan Pirnia


Our Version Of The Lupercal Cave by Bijan Pirnia