Hold still and listen a while

Jason // July 22 // 2 Comments

I hold still and listen a while.

The space around the core of me settles into a slow spiral of wonder,

As, once again I flow into the voice of swallow and rain gurgle.

These twin conversations have words that speak the old tongue, that dialect which some forgotten part of me understands.

Perhaps the speak of the taste of the air as the transient droplets melt into the swoopers ruby red necks.

Maybe the rain reminds me of the joy of the journey from Icelandic waterfalls to Hyning Wood limestone.

I hold still and listen a while.

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    About the Author Jason

    Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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