and so the light rises,
over bone-still hills;
a river fills vast silences
with the thin whistling
of time and time again,
the susurrating trees
becoming their own
About a month and a half ago, because I suck at updating, we went for a hike in the Himalayas.
It was – amazing, as one might expect. The mountains, the trees, the rivers, the sky, the everything. It’s so quiet there – just the sound of the water and the wind. For miles and miles there is not a single living soul. Just you, and your breathing.
This is an introductory photograph, if anything. I played with it quite a bit in Photoshop – just to see where I could take it.
More stories, poems, and photographs will be forthcoming over the next few months. 🙂