by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Unearthly stillness,
except for the sound of water
running in rivulets
down the face of cliffs
to the Great lake.
That is earthly.
Sandhill cranes
landing
as if on skirts of air,
suspended in mid-air,
slowly coming down
to start their spring dance:
Unearthly.
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a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
Filed under Art, Photography
a photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
Taken November 18, 2007 near Ouray, Colorado
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by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
Taken on November 29, 2006 near Continental Divide, New Mexico
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a photograph by Sonja Bingen, our daughter
Note: Ethel and I live in a beautiful place. Red rock cliffs can be seen from our house and are spectacular, looking down from the Zuni Mountains while walking the road to isolated ranches Ethel walks most days. Sonja and William visited us during Spring break two years ago now, and this is one of the photographs of the red rock cliffs she took.
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