Sunday, December 6, 2009
something new and something old
I went back to Reston recently for a shoot with a new photographer. See him on Flickr MM and DA
Be wary the following is full of angst. I'm prone to it.
I go down to the lake at night barefoot in my dreams
The water stills me.
I watch, feel, dream.
Seeking to shrink down into not-being and then up again beyond
Watching trees as they…show me a thing I do not see
Then through the trees… out to flatness and light.
becomes a satellite
I close my eyes; everything disappears.
I am on the river my bluedream River.
I whisper to her. I’m sorry for not visiting I am here now.
floating in the waves
washed away by the crickets.
I float up, flowing, feeling tugged like the ocean by the moon.
Breathing no words the water of the lake stills me and I feel.
This is why I go down to the lake at night barefoot and in dreams.
All images are by Stephen Carroll 2009