Photography: Flat Rock Outcrop


The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains 
of my gab and my loitering. 
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, 
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. 
The last scud° of day holds back for me, 
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the 

shadow’d wilds, 
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. 
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, 
I effuse° my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. 
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, 
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. 
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, 
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, 
And filter and fiber your blood. 
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, 
Missing me one place search another, 
I stop somewhere waiting for you. 

From ‘Song of Myself’ by Walt Whitman


All Photos by Kloipy (Seth Dombach)


2 thoughts on “Photography: Flat Rock Outcrop

  1. So, picture 1, you’re contemplating flying like a hawk; picture 2, you’ve flown. Is that what you were going for there?

    I like the track between trees – because I like tracks between trees. Where do they lead? Dunno. But the trees do. That’s why they line up to watch you go by. You might think it’s the wind through the leaves & branches but no, they’re whispering, passing comment on your destination and the quality of your footwear…

    • me too my friend, and nothing is so comforting to me than the sight of the dead but brilliant orange of the fallen pine needles

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