Ansel Adams
Mastered her
In thrilling
Black and White
Mastered her
In thrilling
Black and White
She called to me
Yosemite
Smokey atmosphere
Acrid in my nose
Stinging my eyes
Clogging my lungs
Storms and
The gentlest breath of air
Stripped me down
To barest essence
Through all that
Have I watched
The comings and goings
Of the living
Three doorways nestled
Among the flame trees
Ornate, proud and beckoning
Mysteries locked inside
Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP — DISTANCE
How can the wind with its arms all around me