Wednesday, 10 November 2010

The Earth 土地

The Earth 

by Navarre Scott Momaday

Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it.

He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and all the colors of the dawn and dusk.

For we are held by more than the force of gravity to the earth. It is the entity from which we are sprung, and that into which we are dissolved in time. The blood of the whole human race
is invested in it. We are moored there, rooted as surely, as deeply as are the ancient redwoods and bristle cones.


Yoli said...

YES! Oh that is so beautiful and coupled with your stunning images, even more.

kenza said...

"He ought to recollect the glare of noon and all the colors of the dawn and dusk." So beautiful! Your photos and the text. I am so moved... Thank you sweet Fei An. Beautiful post!

kitchu said...

you are an inspiration. you remind me of who i am in this place. i am almost speechless after reading your words and gazing on these photos.

Ulrika said...

Gosh, just lovely. xo

sonoko said...

I feel unlimited possibilities from these photos.