Diving deep disappearing if just for a short breathless moment Shock of cold Freedom from thoughts of old I see Nothing I sense Everything Touched by sea of worlds something changed resurfacing I was never quite the same Photo by C.C. with my camera, a shot of my first dive
Escape into the enchanted world of colors, poetry and music where common reality is cut down naked by a gentle dreamers sword of tunes Enveloped in the mystery of a caressing mist a homecoming of the soul In this place of no place here… grey turns light becomes visible
Sir Herbert Read quoted in the book The Art of Looking Sideways by Alan Fletcher
Even in the darkest of night there is a light shining through from above touching the soul A quiet new reflection on thoughts of old it’s time again to look up and be bold Partner up with life head held high gazing through the Mystery of life she’s here to
What footprints do we leave behind us…? What culture do they lead to?
I Am Home wandering in the desert sensing someone looking at me turning around looking up into a world unknown the veil is thin I am home…
A Dreamers Walkabout The Burren was calling out For a Dreamers walkabout Quietly moving through The many shaded mountains of blue Carefully touching the bones of the Earth A silent reflection of life’s true worth Tunes carried by the wind Remembrance of an ancient song within Timeless simplicity touching the
High up in the sky Dreams come alive Change is at hand Where next to land?
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 