A young woman named Rose Simpson relates a song that her grandmother used to sing to her.
She gave birth to me from the
wet smell of clay
Beneath the sky
When my eyes, they open
Sun-soaked cliffs of sand
White-tip blue mountains
Held me in their arms
And sang to my red blood
Songs of yellow flowers
On black mesas
And I sing
These images were made as part of an iPhone project on Utah. The images were made with the iPhone 4S and edited using Snapseed and Instagram.
Thanks to all of you who recently started following my work on this blog, I hope you’ll continue to enjoy it. I appreciate hearing from you. Russ
stunning landscapes… I especially love the three lines that open your poem – so lovely
… makes me long for the desert. My wife and I celebrated our last anniversary in and around Escalante. These images capture the feel that southern Utah imparts.
thanks tom, appreciate the comments, and what a great place to celebrate an anniversary!
Lovely photos! Loved the poem as well.
Love the song… who/where was the woman?
I learned the story from Anasazi State Park and was so intrigued that I did some quick research and found the transcript online.
Gut gelungene Aufnahme! .-)