“Leave no black plume as a token of the lie thy soul hath spoken.” — The Raven, Edgar Alan Poe
One of the things that I love about being a writer and a photographer — artist — is that you hone your skill of seeing. Throughout my last trip, and even when I came home, ravens (crows here in Missouri) have been a constant presence for me. Or warning.
Every raven I see seems to whisper to me, softly inviting me into their obsidian world of truth and lies. It is a journey I am not sure I want to take. It is a journey I can not resist to take.
Lies masquerading as truth are a theme in my life. From childhood, though adulthood and very much so in the past few months. I have entertained them, courted them, denied them, begged for them, held them close and pushed them away.
It will be interesting to see where the journey takes me as I follow the ravens … I promise, I will invite you along if you dare to follow.
Fantastic I loved it! Your Words Flutter as if they were falling from the center of the universe to be perfectly paired with your breathtaking and striking Photos. I’m so fortuitous for stumbling across your work, Keep it up!