a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
While Sonja, our daughter, and William, our grandson, visited in New Mexico, we went up a canyon not far from our house in Continental Divide. Both Sonja and Ethel took photos as we drove up the canyon, stopping at different times on the way. The light was perfect, resulting in some spectacular work by both photographers. Sonja and William, after this photo was taken, hiked to the red cliffs that rose above them in the sunlight.
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an abstract pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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A Photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son
Design is a force that gives our lives meaning. Design is integral to communication–that which binds us together as one.
November 15, 2009.
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by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Light is returned to light
on the high desert.
December’s darkness
never reaches the ground
like in the northern regions.
The north,
where once snow drifted
over tops of fences
and cold nights turned drifts
into white, frozen dunes
solid enough to support
the weight of a young girl and her dog
as she ran to celebrate
new-found freedom.
It was here,
near the southern corner of the field,
where she saw the great snowy owl.
He dipped down to her level,
scrutinizing her
with piercing yellow eyes.
She felt both fear and amazement
as the great white body
brushed near her face,
close enough to see the black spots
on his white feathers.
Now we roll the darkness
with our feet
into the fire,
amazed by the brilliance
of the light.
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