Photo Friday - PhotoTrice

Heat

We are born of fire. It separates us from the rest of the animals. We have overcome fear of the flame. We play with fire. We have passion for fire. Fire describes the desires we feel as humans. We dance as close to the flames as possible. The danger makes us feel alive.

Dusk

Once a gleaming adobe plastered white with tin roof shining in the desert light. It was visible for miles across the valley. In this place such a home was the unmistakable sign of prosperity. Generations of fortunate families lived within the walls on a foundation of stone. They were owners of things.

Across the valley were jacals of more humble families. People as tough as the world they lived in raising generations on faith and hope for the future. They left a mark on the land as deep and enduring as anyone who lived hard against the Rio Bravo. Perhaps they worked for those living in the white house.

Time marks everything as adobe slowly melts back into earth. But even abandoned and neglected the white house maintains dignity in ruin. A hundred years has not been able to erase this home.

Clarity

Clarity is a thing to be searched for and possessed as best we can. Something we strive to experience. But we live in a chaotic world that seems to move towards disorder. An argument could be made that clarity only exists in the past. Certainly there are moments in our lives when we reach a point of focus. Like the properties of a diamond we perceive clarity. For an instant the scales fall from our eyes.