Every day, a photograph, a poem. My friend Simon shares his art— many styles and media— and I am amazed at each. When he shared his abstract art from a quarry— I could picture the rocks. I love geology— the record of time in rocks, which he captured:
I love the layers and folds in the rocks of his watercolor. I can see the shadows— the lights and darks of edges and curves. It’s a beautiful capture of the moment’s story.
As I enjoyed his illustration, I remembered one of our favorite drives for a Sunday— to Dry Falls State Park [Sun Lakes-Dry Falls State Park]. The evening was calm and clear and the photos we took filtered through the sunset captured the moment of all moments— that history of time— in a red aura. And so, the poem.
The story of beginningsSheri Edwards
in molten times, cooled crystals
carved over millennia by glacier and floods
an ebb and flow of climate captured at sunset—
sculpted channels and human built walls
filtered red, sunshine’s memory of
the story’s beginnings.
1141 days of posts in a row
Thank you, Simon, for your inspiration.
For a bit about the writing process, see What Else Sunset
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart