“To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.”
~Henri Cartier-Bresson

Monday, March 3, 2008


Give me bark skin and
Limbs reflecting sunlight, now.
The crow flies quickly.

more photos of the old oak tree and it's scars

1 comment:

Jan Ely said...


Oak branch in blue sky
Towering over my youth
Growing stuborn slow

I remember you
Your car full of the "past"
Hope you return soon