The wind rustles in the treetops
Searching tirelessly; in vain
The winter foliage
Chatters; evokes the sound of frozen rain
Falling from God’s outstretched palm
Like one hundred unheard whispers
Gossip tossed about by crowns that sway
Upon the softest breath;
One hundred angels gone astray
THE EARTH
Mountains and deserts and jungles and big open fields. A leaf, a tree, a gentle forest. The dew that covers it upon waking. Shadow and light. Feeling grounded. Home. Texture. Pattern.
All photographs are taken on 35mm film, including any double exposure images.
