There is a tension …. … between what rises …
…and what finds the core. Sometime’s it’s weightless.
Sometimes it rises.
Sometimes it falls.
Sometimes it balances.
But it never has weight.
It has the opposite of weight.
If such words could even touch it.
(Staghorn sumac leaves long past the time of flowering.)
Categories: Nature Photography
What an amazing letter to the editor!!!!!
It’s like reading tea leaves!
I was trying to think what I wanted to say…but you’ve said it for me!
I stared at those images for the longest while, but finally ended up at silence myself.