This photograph attempts at capturing the colors that the naked eye could see:
To the left of the spectacle this evening, Orion was standing proudly there in the sky, shining clear and bright. This constellation has fed a constant source of connection to my soul -- whether it be to the Divine or a sense of place -- Orion has been constant. Easily recognizable for me, a kinship has struck up and I search for it whenever I happen to look up into the night sky. I read somewhere that the light we see on the moon during the total eclipse is the collection and combination of every shade and nuance of every sunrise and every sunset occurring simultaneously on Earth. My dad smoked cigars at my baseball games when I was a child growing up. I knew he was there because I could smell the distinct, pungent smoke.
Salsa, tango, ecstatic.
Breath of life and beat of heart.
A listening, a channelling, no language spoken, yet deep expression.
Sharing the space, holding the moment
artful, creative, embracing, loving
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