I see my mind as a tapestry woven through with memories, dreams and thoughts.

Friday, 1 October 2010

One Morning



Out of the mists of time mountain dens become dragons' lairs whilst the Indian legend sleeps on his rocky outcrop.



The sun rises



Awake, the Indian lies, face to the dawn sky and dragons' wings beat breath of fire onto the morning air



Montgo is the mountain that I see daily. The sleeping Indian is at the edge of the outcrop in the first photograph. He is in the middle in the third, with his chin, lips and nose upwards to the sky.

These are musings from photographs taken .... early one morning.

5 comments:

Fashion, Art and other fancies said...

Ah, what profound and soulful musings. Love the nature observations too.
Have a sweet weekend. X

aguja said...

Thank you! You too.

Spangle said...

What beautiful, imaginative words, to go with such wonderful photos!

Dulce said...

Amazing inspiratinal words and pics!

aguja said...

Thank you both! Let us all continue to be inspired!