"In my dreams, I see those that came before in the Grove of the Ancestors. The wind whispering their ancient names."
That evening, I stood on the side of the road looking down into the valley as mist and fog parted revealing trees, that to me, seemed to stand in challenge against the arduous passage of time. Thankfully, I had a long enough lens to zoom in past the obstructions in front of me, and photograph the scene.
There are moments, where even before I press the shutter, I see the final image in my mind. Like it was already out in the otherworld, waiting to be made physical. This was one of those moments.
