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.
Prose poem and Photos: montucky.wordpress.com
Thank you, Montucky, for allowing me to reproduce your beautiful post here at my site.
Wow. Simply wow. Your header picture took my breath away, and then the next two with the poem. Beautiful and inspiring. Thank you, Teresa. :-)
ReplyDeleteThat's at Arches National Park, outside Moab, Utah, but I was unable to find out who the photographer was. It's a beautiful place.
DeleteI love Montucky's photos, and this beautiful piece he wrote.
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.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is that space that is the beauty of his writing. His images do capture that same sense of space...
DeleteDear 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.
ReplyDeleteThe art of listening is what he does so beautifully, I think.
DeleteThat was breathtaking!
ReplyDeleteI thought so, too... :)
DeleteBeautiful photos and I love your new header image, Teresa.
ReplyDeleteThank you, George. It's so good to see you again...
DeleteBeautiful atmospheric pics.
ReplyDeleteYes, resplendent with atmosphere. Thanks for commenting, Cait.
DeleteMade me think of Lake Vermillion between Tower and Ely, MN.
ReplyDeleteYes, another beautiful place ...
DeleteThis 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?
ReplyDeleteThe 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 ´)
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.
DeleteTerry 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... :)
Thank you. Montucky is my favorite online photographer and usually a man of few, but very on-target, succinct words. This is amazing!
ReplyDeleteExactly so ... :)
DeleteI have a friend touring the great west right now. I am jealous and long overdue.
ReplyDeleteIt's still a magical place to me ... I feel very at home there.
DeleteFabulous!
ReplyDeleteHi Linda! Thanks for commenting!
DeleteBeautiful ! I want to go there right now.
ReplyDeleteYes, it does instigate a desire for packing a small bag, traveling light...
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