No wind in the air
Half way across Xinjiang
I stop to photograph there
Loading up with a new roll
I click, advancing the film
The shot I take is of a shadow world
I’m astride my bike as if in another realm
Loading up with a new roll
I click, advancing the film
The shot I take is of a shadow world
I’m astride my bike as if in another realm
But when I look more closely
Therein lies the beauty
I see the endless changes
And nothing less
Though life seems so
Ephemeral
While stone seems so
Well, eternal
Howe Sound Blues ~ A video collage of poetry and photographs featuring the Sea to Sky Highway.
This world
In which
Imagination sings
This world
Appears to me
In dreams
With the day near done
Laying back, warm sun
Close my weary eyes
Breathe a heavy sigh
Still, I always wonder
What’s on the other side?
What is the next valley like?
And there go we
Like sailors
Over the rolling land
Into unknown worlds
The place itself
Knows not
What it is