Water God…

A catfish I only caught with my camera at the National Aquarium.

The wind whispered, “rain…,” but the young girl could only hear the river’s words.

There, where the wild went to quench thirsts, she waded. Her mouth half-formed abandoned cadences–too ancient to truly speak–but they were powerful, still. They summoned. She summoned, and the water god answered…

Evoke

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Carved From Within…

From my visit to the Luray Caverns a few hours drive from my home in Virginia.

Water and time…

In quantities my life can never hold,

Beneath the ground–

Grave, cavern, stone.

–C. Green

A pool under the earth…

I felt small surrounded by all this evidence of time, the massive patience encasing each stalactite and stalagmite…

Ripples of hardened stone look like shifting sands.

And in this dark, subterranean world, I also felt awe.

Carve

This Rock Has Weathered…

While walking along the coast of Maine two summers past, I had to photograph the various cracks and layers. The exposed rocks were beautiful.

Throughout…

The cold disdain of ice ages,

Relentless bombardment of the sea,

Summer’s heat and human feet,

And whatever else the hardened earth considers torments of time…

This rock has weathered.

–C. Green

This bit of rock had seen many waves, and I wanted to capture the gorgeous striations still wet from the sea.

Weathered