Images and words from my walks and interactions with nature and the environment.
late for the show
curtain closed
dusk embraces all
birds disperse in all directions
save a few feathered sunset bathers soaking up the warm hue of a sun just departed
the horizon line is sharp
like the swift draw of a Stanley knife along the ruler’s edge
hot against cold
mass against ether
no mist to blur this lucid vision
bathing in an afterglow of orange, peach and copper light
treading the metallic sheen on salt washed sand
with eyes magnetically pulled to that clear meeting point between ocean and sky
I walk again
and yet it is all an illusion
the desire to reach out and touch that line is a life long dream
leading only to a never ending circle
where time is both infinite and suspended in that instant of desire