Dock to the Unknown
“These unexpected gifts of magic still continue
their source as mystifying as ever
whether the “face” before me
Is human, cloud, ice, fire…”
– Minor White
An approaching storm
Walking forward, not able to see what is at the end of this dock
We can choose to see the light…or darkness.
I choose the magic.
Reblogged this on The Inner Path of Photography and commented:
Five years later – my photo poem still true for me and actively relevant this day. May you also choose the magic.