IN THEIR OWN WORDS

As I meditate on these images 

it dawns on me that

my camera has captured quiet portraits.

I invite you to ponder these elemental characters,
engaged in their own quiet relationships

and conversations... 

click on this first image to enjoy the  purity of the images 

(slide show) then return...

... their chats of growth and decay, 

form and function... 

seasons and reasonings of their own...

last year's Gambel's oak leaves  
with lingerers from previous years... 
decomposing, 

surrendering themselves to water, 

assisting in making mud and nutrients... 

water talking in its rippling flowing language,

gently here, with plants, algae, earth, sunlight...

quiet, easy, yet vital  conversations

welling up from Bill's Spring,

here on the east side of the Sandias

sticks with stones

burls and tree trunks,

a root that would be noticed, 

a snail shell conversing with 

fallen pine needles, oak leaves, twigs, 
and dust, a stone, and shadows, dappled light
speaking of their own philosophies of cycles, 

beauty and rebirth...

this sweet and fecund earth...