From a morning trail yoga stroll among the mountains: Another look into the unfolding process of a photography project, poetry and yoga.
Husks of life small and quiet offer whispers of what they once held when they alighted on grainy walls of rock red, buried in millennia of revolutions
Translucent left-behinds collected in my hands and cupped cautiously against the breezes, protected like a summer dream of a boy turned out into the wild
In the delicate shells are the threshold of life death and new, captured for examination by curiosities of whys and hows that hint at stories obvious if unclear
They are there, those stories, those transitions, held in the fibers waiting for me to find and plug into them in the uncut silence
Read more trail poetry and other short poems in Echoes of Oms, on the Humanitou Instagram page and elsewhere on this site. See more of this photography project in the works (#showyourwork).
