Living in these strange worlds
only a few seem to see the horizons
looking at the appropriate time
the sun lights majestic
We
the ones of the white painted faces
gaze our eyes upward
looking for the landscape to come
These sands form of their own accord
a unwritten agreement with the wind and rains
even the sun bakes the ground solid
only to be shifted once
again
respect to the ones who have walked these hills before us
leaving their own footprints
upon the surface
sitting to watch the
movement
(sands of time)
(Most of the photos on this page were shot by Jenni Aquilina)