Following the line between night and day, the narrow path sometimes jitters like the pulsing of a high frequency wave…In and out of the light, seemingly repeating the transitory moments experienced along the way.
Cruising tangent to the atmosphere, time compresses and lengthens, up is sometimes down, and at times we fly from yesterday into tomorrow…Adapting our perception to the depths and shallows the aerial twilight in which we dwell, we revel in the day’s transitions without concern for whether the moon is setting or rising or whether it is the end of night or the beginning of day…That said, we live for a thousand moments, then we live for a thousand more…each moment incomprehensibly connected as we move along the way.
Bearing witness to the reflections of two trees dancing in the solitude of still spring morning. Beaver Creek, Albemarle County, Virginia.
Bearing witness to the reflections of two trees dancing in the solitude of still spring morning. Beaver Creek, Albemarle County, Virginia.