In the late dusk
Film draws whatever light it can
Through a lens wide open
On a camera held close
Steady as hands are able
Film draws whatever light it can
Through a lens wide open
On a camera held close
Steady as hands are able
The possibility
Of the impossible
Some images
Must be allowed
To speak for themselves
Tnorala rises
From a wide, flat plain
Dug out by a shooting star
Which fell to earth
The sandstone
Began to rise
Some 200 million
Years ago
Leaving the water to carve
An infant, a toddler
The geological child
Of a mother, Earth, 4 billion years old
Time, and Nature
In harmony
Feeling
very small
and finite