A Fathers Day Tribute
It lives within his soul, his manner, his perspective on life. Passed to him through generations, it is as much a part of him as the native blood in his veins. Ancestors hunted here, fished the shores, breathed the air, smelled the fragrance of these trees. Their spirits live in the stones buried deep in the ground, the great pines, bramble bush, creeks and in the crystals that surface there. It is the blessed one who is kindred to the land.
Darkness surrounded me. Fear, loneliness, the weight of a life wasted. I sat in darkness as a hand reached for me. The touch comforts me. I feel its lift. A touch of kindness. Knowing there is hope. The darkness fades. Light radiates to through the darkness around me. Spreading the light.
Stillness. Silence. I am alone, yet I know I am not. What goes there in the thicket, are you fur or fowl? I see you not but I feel your eyes following my slightest move. Oh, to know if you fear me or if you are wanting for a friend. The barrier is too great, we will not meet. Just watching.
JAM McKay Photography and Digital Art