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Last Reaches — Elan Mudrow Photography

Tentacles like arms reach for a last touch of sky. Forest fires burn differently depending on the environment. Some fires lick the bark off of trees but leave them alive to grow new skin. Others, like this one, scorch, leaving a graveyard full of…

Opus

I mimic the forest, where ferns gentle as flowers, leaves like feral pastels, shape the wind’s hymn, creating a counterpoint of chaos and calm.   There, the birds have memorized melodies older than the shape of my skeleton. Even young trees, the adolescent tones,…

A Bad Case Of Hubbub

Lucy runs into the house with fright on her face. “Mom!? Jimmy told me I’ve got bad case of the glimmer! Feel my forehead. Jimmy said I needed to get a shot!” Mom plays along, feels Lucy’s forehead. “Yes, I am afraid so. Looks…

The Artist

Upon mountain trails, the hiker might see signs of an old sheep herder, the craftsperson, who had built a hut of fallen trees in a meadow. It now stands abandoned upon bare fields of wild green. Spring blooms still hold their heads, shyly, with…

Liminal Lands — Elan Mudrow Photography

Fort To Sea Trail, Oregon, March 2018.   Where the forest meets the ocean, a mix of environment occurs. I call this the liminal lands, an in between, where you can witness movement, a to and fro, an agreement between sea and land. This…

Chainsaw (Portrait 12)

Open to the air are rings measuring my past. It was you who told me once, I have depth. (Yes, you did say that.) A culmination of sense growing under thickened hide, a comforter of bark, a cloak of wood. And you must remember,…

Sweet Dirt (Portrait 10)

You thought it would’ve been water and initially you were right. Then, the ocean changed. No one was surprised. After all, that’s what we do, change, survive, change again if we don’t die first. Not very poetic. What nipped us in the ass was…

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