The whisper of the wind, the movement of the sand and brush. We faintly hear the sound of myriad voices, as they echo through the, now, empty canyons, recalling to us the Ancient Ones
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This gallery, is a work in progress. An attempt is made to caption and comment on all of the images, either by myself, or quotes from more notables than myself. It will, hopefully, ultimately have some meaning for those who view the images. What do you see? What do you feel? What do they mean to you? Can you now look around you, and see what is really there, and sense the meaning?
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"The beauty of a child's heart is food for the poets - keep that joyous imagination and the magic of 'the truly you' to bring joy to ours and others hearts."
Rosella Garrison 1981
As we begin traversing America, the beauty that lies therein seems to be always unmatchable by anywhere else we go. Each aspect of beauty is unique unto itself. We cannot compare beauty anymore than we can compare love. Each is its own essence, uniqueness, and creation.