Spirit Sand

I came alone to hike, running from some small forgotten darkness, to meditate, silence the mind, chasing light, and your et… drawn to shadow.

A pattern as old as the universe, the upbeat, the downbeat, one follows the other.

Winter’s sun is low on the Spirit Sands, long shadows flow over dunes while shifting light between clouds embellishes one patch, then runs across another wave of sand in this prehistoric landscape.

If you get really really, very quiet in a landscape like this, British philosopher Alan Watts claimed, "you’ll come to understand you’re connected to everything…"

Light moves, shadow follows then light flows again into dark bowls in a syncopation that repeats… shine and shadow, jazz ringing light into dark corners of the night.

I stayed hours, lost then found in the vertigo, shadow and then light. One cannot escape the other, opposites, bound together, create landscape.


Phil Hossack Photography

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