SUMMER Muir (aka "Crater") Lake, Eagle Cap Wilderness . . .
On the road in the American Northwest. [ click photo for next . . . ]
Few come back from Death,
To tell us of its sound.
A lock snaps shut,
The key is never found.
One light passes
Its spark onto the next,
A timeless turning
About the sum, the rest.
WHEN THE COUNTING ENDS . . .
Measure leads to comparison, leads to the competition
fueled by the much-will-have-more of desire and greed.
My possessions, my money, my petty accomplishments.
Freedom begins when the counting ends.
The cyclical regenerative energies will replace the old
linear fossil fuels as quickly and easily as digital cameras
replaced their analog counterparts. It's hard to stop what is
better in almost every way.
Featured gallery, 100 MINIATURES, a set of 100 black & white photographs. ONE image. ONE idea. ONE new way of looking . . .100 MINIATURES—online gallery
Each miniature is a kind of meditation on one idea & one image;
Each lasts 30 seconds; They play in random order;
The music is my BOREA Mix,
for hand-played ePecussion Orchestra.
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