Photograph by Sonja Bingen, our daughter
Category Archives: Photography
Deer in The Forest
Filed under Art, Photography
Spirit of the Horse
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Evening in Continental Divide, NM
We have, over the life of fourwindowspress.com, presented poetry and essays about Continental Divide, New Mexico. It is a small place off Interstate 40 to the east of Gallup. The area has a variety of races and tribes, Navajo, Pueblo (especially Zuni and Acoma), Hispanics, people from the Middle East, and Anglos. The majority of the population are Native Americans. This photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis is taken just on the other side of the fence around our house looking southwest–more west than south, at sunset. You can see the Zuni Mountains behind the rabbit brush, sagebrush, juniper, cedar, and piñon trees. There are about 360,000 acres of pristine wilderness in the Zuni Mountains. What you cannot see in the photograph are the elk, mule deer, jack rabbits, rattlesnakes, mountain lions, bobcats, lynx, black bears, grizzly bears, cattle, horses, coyotes, and dogs that sometimes make noises in the night that get our two wonderful dogs, Pax and Juneau, barking. This is only one angle from our house. The forest is thicker if you swing the camera lens just a little bit. From our second story you can see the red cliffs to the north and Mount Taylor, the area’s towering mountain rich in Navajo and Pueblo beliefs, to the east. We live in a wild, rural place that presents some challenges–we are sometimes without electricity or water for a day, but that also causes tourists to stop and get out their cameras.
Photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Filed under Essays, Ethel Mortenson Davis, Photography
Leo
a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
Note: Leo was one of the most wonderful parts of Kevin’s life. He rescued Leo as a wild kitten from underneath his car on a cold morning in Poughkeepsie, New York. When Kevin was extremely ill Leo came to the hospital, and even though Kevin could no longer walk, he slipped out of his wheelchair and got on the floor where Leo immediately snuggled up to him. This photo was taken November 4, 2007.
Filed under Art, Photography
Song of Ecstasy
a pastel and poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Song of Ecstasy
She is the sort that hears the song
the hills make after a heavy rain—
a humming sound one hears
first through the finger tips,
then the ears.
She’s the sort that dances with antelope at dusk,
playing in the field until dawn.
She’s the sort that makes the insect song—
not bell, nor click, but a rhythm in-between:
like the sound the silver pieces
sewn on her dress and leggings make,
a sound like wind and bell
as she makes her grand entry
in a circle around the village—
head held high,
her hair flowing behind her—
tasting the song of pure ecstasy
like honey on the tongue.
Filed under Art, Ethel Mortenson Davis, Photography, Poetry
Horses Outside of Thoreau
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Winged Victory of Samothrace
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