We Saw the Earth Move
(working title but we don’t like the word ‘Earth’ and maybe not ‘we’ either)How on Earth could this be the work of anything less than sorcery? You mean to say that the faces in the trees remain still even when we leave them alone? Once upon a time, trolls lived in these mountains and mer-folk inhabited these waters. Where have they gone? These mythical tales rooted in the land help to weave our collective soul. Have we lost sight of them for good?
Where lies that line between known and unknown?
We set out
to where mystery is nearest
to listen again to the voice of the world
Can you not sense the spirit
that joins the low clouds
as they roll in?
This is an ongoing exchange between photography and words / viewer and the imagination. This will slowly shape itself into a book in collaboration with NECK PRESS
