As I walked
the dust laden path
toward the source
of who I am,
tears fell freely.
I saluted that noble visage,
apparent stone,
yet bone of my bone;
another ancestor,
living on the heart ridge
now honored
and revered.
c. Douglas Fireman
Original photo taken
in Petra, Jordan.
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Doug, lovely photos and lovely poetry! I, too, see images in many places - trees, rocks, leaves, clouds, etc. I love looking for them, but love it best when they just jump out at me. nancy
ReplyDeleteI'd no idea there was a name for this - most intriguing. Thank you for new learnings.
ReplyDeleteYes, Nancy. When the images jump out at us,
ReplyDeleteWhat fun! Have a great day.
Hi Phyllis. Glad I could be of help. There is so much to be learned from one another on EDM.