Saturday, September 14, 2013

A Place Called Vermilion



With the last rays of evening light and far below, at the base of a distant peak, elk began to bugle ... and soothed by the soft siren sounds of cool winds tumbling through the hemlocks … spellbound for hours by stars so bright and dense that a needle-wand of light could not fit between them, sleep came slowly to a soft bed of fir needles, on a high ridge, in a place called Vermilion. 






Then morning came, gentle and easy, through a saddle to the east, and within the hour, wolves sang.


Prose poem and Photos: montucky.wordpress.com

Thank you, Montucky, for allowing me to reproduce your beautiful post here at my site.


24 comments:

  1. Wow. Simply wow. Your header picture took my breath away, and then the next two with the poem. Beautiful and inspiring. Thank you, Teresa. :-)

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    1. That's at Arches National Park, outside Moab, Utah, but I was unable to find out who the photographer was. It's a beautiful place.

      I love Montucky's photos, and this beautiful piece he wrote.

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  2. Montucky's words and images create a beautiful canvas, with space for the reader to add in whatever response s/he brings to it. Lovely balance of evening and morning light.

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    1. Yes, it is that space that is the beauty of his writing. His images do capture that same sense of space...

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  3. Dear Teresa, Montucky's words are so lyrical. I can hear their music weaving around the night sky and the lone tree and the rock arches of the park. The music of the spheres captured by a human who listens while enjoying the beauty of Montana. Peace.

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    1. The art of listening is what he does so beautifully, I think.

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  4. Beautiful photos and I love your new header image, Teresa.

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    1. Thank you, George. It's so good to see you again...

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    1. Yes, resplendent with atmosphere. Thanks for commenting, Cait.

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  6. Made me think of Lake Vermillion between Tower and Ely, MN.

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  7. This is so beautiful Teresa, and his photography is magnificent - the two night-photos with the poems. And the header with those golden cliff-formations and the mountains behind. (but the cliff-photo is this one of yours?
    The poetry is beautiful. Is it wrong of me to ask if he's a First Nation man, for his poetry reminds me of the Indian poetry in USA. I don't know what to call it. Please tell me. His words are like a song.
    It is a little odd, for I've just talked about the word Vermilion last week. I thought it would be a good title for a novel. Coincidences are many.

    Cheers to you and Buddy.
    Grethe ´)

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    1. I'm so glad you enjoyed this, Grethe. The header image is not mine, but I have visited this place many times: Arches National Park near Moab, Utah.

      Terry is not a First Nation man but he certainly has that same appreciation for the land. It comes through time and again in his photographs.

      This would not be the first time a "coincidence" has occurred between us. I love that connection. I love that word" vermilion.

      We just got back from a walk in the meadow ... Buddy is outside surveying his kingdom... :)

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  8. Thank you. Montucky is my favorite online photographer and usually a man of few, but very on-target, succinct words. This is amazing!

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  9. I have a friend touring the great west right now. I am jealous and long overdue.

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    1. It's still a magical place to me ... I feel very at home there.

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  10. Beautiful ! I want to go there right now.

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    1. Yes, it does instigate a desire for packing a small bag, traveling light...

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