The poet Goethe pointed out in his scientific exploration of colour that humans are capable of seeing in the dark, that colour and light are created in the human mind — that these are, in fact, its purpose. So, here I am, right, taking the device out and setting it on the trail of light …

Red Clay Stream

Hengifoss Glúfur hegi, Iceland

… and finding it even in the water …

… and even here …

Hengifoss Glúfur

… and even here …

Somebody’s Skull

… and even here, deep within the canyon now (I tell you, light is the strangest stuff; it follows a human pretty much everywhere) …

That’s as far as I could get upstream. Then, a call and light of a different kind, overhead …

Raven, Watching

… and two steps later, darkness …

Last Fall’s Chick …

… after one short tumble down from the nest. How easily I had forgotten that it was not just light that was following me and not just light I was seeing by. I said a prayer, left my mind there to mourn, and walked out, which too is a manner of thinking.