The Poetry of Light
Light is Poetry. It meets the hard facts of hard rocks, shaped by millions of years of earth history.
Just as a poet brings things to life by writing down aphorisms of experience and feeling, light brings gives dead objects a personality, and we connect with it like with human beings.
I walked into the desert. This wasn't death valley, it was a landscape of life, where light played with the big chunks of hard mountains and arid plains, until it created a paradise.
I carried half a gallon of water per day as there is not a drop of water as far as the eye reaches. And still, like the movements of the oceans, which have been the same for millions of years, this landscape has a timelessness, for which a million years is just the wink of an eye.
Eternal landscapes, where time does not count, elevate the human beyond his short-lived presence and make him take part in the infinite.