The Crow and the Tide Line
Jason // July 27 // 0 Comments
The spiral voice of crow sails above the tide line
singing the sea back home, holding the bay in time.
A sharp scent, the look of death, closes one door
and echoes a moment of change as the tawny mudflats
carve up the year of moon cycle and Northern Light.
When all else is tenderly tucked away under rock and aeon
the tide will still turn on the axis of the crow black pinions.
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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.
