written/photography by Mark Adam Crow
The moment is fleeting. This moment of choice. This moment of destiny. This moment of power. Within the burning fires of passion and desire, and upon the anvil of suffering and loss, the soul has been tempered. In this moment, the dream becomes reality. Reality becomes the dream with a voice on the wind. Old rivers run deep. Lightning strikes twice. Listen to the sunrise.
A journey. A mountain. A stone. A moment. Like a stone. Fortune favors the bold...
This is a creative way of describing photography, or is it, of illustrating a poem! I don't know which is which!!!
Very creative.
I would say it is a little bit of both and yet still neither. Just being creative. Glad you enjoyed.