Oh, my sweetness, what a season it's been.
I climbed to the top of the hill again to see
if I could hear your voice carried by the wind.
I sat atop with eyes closed, listening to the
grasses bend back and forth, waiting for
you to say something. I buried my hands in
the soil to ground myself, lifted my face so
the sun may tickle it.
And that was it...I could hear you singing,
laughing, so clearly I had to open my eyes
to see where you were, smiling.
The trees had begun their migration.
Anaglyph, Shawn harris, Shawn Ray Harris, Photography,
Photographer, Stereogram, Stereoglyph, Red Blue Glasses, Art, Illustration,
Drawing, image, Bay Area, San Francsico, California, Artist, San Francisco,
Freelance, Freelance artist, sketch, Tree, elm, eucalyptus, floating, surreal,
sureal, dream-like, dream, 3D, 3D image, 3d Imagery, three, dimensional, california
coast, draped, lonely tree, the last tree, clear cut, environmental, green,
memory, remembrence, remembrance, offering,
