A Tiny Puddle of Trees. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
I once walked with a purpose;
To document and reflect
That time steals all;
To make the impermanent fragments
Permanent wholes.
I listened to my lens
And heard these unspoken moments.
I found those that were parched with thirst;
And reflected upon those without a thirst.
I hungered with the hungry.
But I did not linger long enough to pity.
The tiniest of tiny have a mighty voice.
And the fragments have much to reveal.
The Need for Trees. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
A Purple Disc of Branches. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
The Last Drops of a Drying Creek Bed Reflecting What’s Up. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
Tinted and Reflective Nature. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
Algae and a Disc Golfer. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
A Non-Reflective Gumball. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
Parched. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
Can You Hear That Crumple? Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
Not Sure If Anyone Else Will Notice. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
Skeletal Leaf Remains. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
The Underexposed Walk of a Disc Golfer and Pup. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
The Land That Feeds Us. Polly Nance. Digital photograph. 2012.
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