More than the eye can see,
these lustrous glaciers speak
like living, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once it starts; the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
Waves and splashes follow every birth.
These exotic glaciers live and speak
more than the eye can see.
(Excerpt from The Glaciers Speak by Sandra Haight)
Abyaneh village locals. A peaceful Zoroastrian village on the high slopes of Mount Karkas. It’s very quiet here, only the occasional squabble over the price of a bag of dried apricots sometimes gets out of hand.
My favorite thing is re-editing old pictures I took because I feel like I’m saving old artifacts with the advancement of technology and understanding that I am gaining through experience. Is that too deep?