Looking down into la barranca, (Gorge) on a misty morning in Zacatlan, Puebla Mexico.
I hadn’t noticed this path through the forest surrounding the gorge until two farmers ventured down it with machetes in hand. They would have made a great addition to this scene with their white cotton dress, leather sandals and gourd canteens, but they vanished like ghosts into the mist. On a clear day one can see the small patches of farmland they were heading for scattered along the floor of the gorge.
Do I get lost? Am I perceiving the light withing the light? Would I rather fly away and drag the mist away with my wings? Rosa (that´s mystery, Richard…and a perfect muffled silence. Love the atmosphere and the invitation)
Yes, there is light within light, and the mystery draws me. I think it would be wise to bring a machete and a compass when venturing into the mist.
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Do I get lost?
Am I perceiving the light withing the light?
Would I rather fly away and drag the mist away with my wings?
Rosa (that´s mystery, Richard…and a perfect muffled silence. Love the atmosphere and the invitation)
Yes, there is light within light, and the mystery draws me. I think it would be wise to bring a machete and a compass when venturing into the mist.
Thank you Rosa for your beautiful words :-)
– Richard G Witham
amazing love !
Grazie mille :-)
– Richard G Witham
Superbly captured love the mist.
Thanks Julie.This was a beautiful white mist, sort of like walking through a cloud :-)
– Richard G Witham
awww I have missed tooooo much dear friend, I love the light here and the feeling of slight opening of a mystery… GORGEOUS WORK!