Bristlecone Moon (2008)
I see you look at me, walk up and touch me. You set up your fancy camera gear and then sit down on our Mother Earth. I see you become very quite. I know what you are feeling. “This is a sacred place.” The moon has risen. The darkening sky behind us has bathed us in all the colors of the rainbow; just the blues and purples remain now for a few more moments before night covers us both.