Meditation: Poem
I am the bokeh
The inscrutable blur that vibrates in the ambiguity
The infinity
Of light off water
Weeping from the crooked fingers of muses
In your photographs
"Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity..." --John Muir, 1898
Friday, July 6, 2007
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2 comments:
hello brother! your pictures are beautiful! how unfortunate that i am stuck in such a...how do you say...crappy landscape. i'm glad you get to enjoy so much of God's creation. everything around you declares His glory...i hope you revel in it.
Thanks for the comment... It is harder sometimes to see the beauty around us: this is true both in life and in the natural landscape. We have to sometimes look very hard for it... but it is there...
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