Who are you to scoff? Who are you to tell what others should and shouldn't do? Images sometimes can shed a beam of light on the actual scale of how fragile we really are. From a young age I have been extremely fascinated by the landscape of this world. From Petra, to the rolling hills of Gettysburg, to the cedars of Lebanon and the rocky coast of the Pacific, my heart screams out for more, for it is not filled. Will the Heavens be more grand than this? Oh, sisters and brothers, how small we really are, and how we walk with sharp teeth cutting into each other. Blood has been spilled for our lives, mountains will crumble, and new lands will continue to form, for remember this: Death raps his white boney knuckles on every man's door despite palace or hut. If you are a photographer, then pause and look at this world. If not, then breath deep for your time is just shadows and dust.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
The Scale.
Who are you to scoff? Who are you to tell what others should and shouldn't do? Images sometimes can shed a beam of light on the actual scale of how fragile we really are. From a young age I have been extremely fascinated by the landscape of this world. From Petra, to the rolling hills of Gettysburg, to the cedars of Lebanon and the rocky coast of the Pacific, my heart screams out for more, for it is not filled. Will the Heavens be more grand than this? Oh, sisters and brothers, how small we really are, and how we walk with sharp teeth cutting into each other. Blood has been spilled for our lives, mountains will crumble, and new lands will continue to form, for remember this: Death raps his white boney knuckles on every man's door despite palace or hut. If you are a photographer, then pause and look at this world. If not, then breath deep for your time is just shadows and dust.
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