Driving in darkness, I try for a trailhead from which to position myself for the first touches of the sun’s rays on uplifts of the earth’s crust.
I sneak up to them, hoping to catch first light that reveals essences prior to full illumination.
I wait for these moments, while mysteries hidden in crevices still wait in darkness.
I thrive on reflected light not fully revealed, and shrink in its glow with base thoughts, not ordinarily available to me, hints of things to come, seen only in early stages.
The law speaks and light obeys. But who speaks to the law?
(Pictures of the west side of the Santa Catalina Mountains, taken from the Romero Canyon Trail, starting at Catalina State Park.)
I expect this is the last of my postings on this blog. I appreciate all the comments left here and also the majority sent as email. I am most happy for those of you who, for various reasons, cannot go where I have gone, but have found inspiration in these writings and photographs.