Some years back I put together in book form, an essay, and a collection of images I had taken of Taughannock creek (near Trumansburg, the little town in upstate New York where Kim and I live). I have given this post, and the one I plan to float tomorrow, the title of this book because they showcase images (made in the last few days) that carry the same sentiment and the same insight.
(By the way, you can see this book in its near entirety here).
I never tire of this little stream and its magical margins even though I have been a steady visitor for many years now. Its revelation of the mysterious coexistence of life and death is so generous that it never fails to wash away the self-centered and overactive mind leaving behind only a great sense of otherworldly dignity and a quiet, unknowing adoration for the invisible source of all ephemeral being. I hope these images bring some semblance of this same sense and sentiment to you.
