Treading

An improvised shoot in a park which happens to be a graveyard made me, again, acutely aware of the fine line between birth and death. I tread lightly, striving to honor all life; that which is, that which was, that which will come. With and by photographer Jay S Laffat.

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.

—Richard Le Gallienne

In the stillness of the mind, I saw myself as I am; unbound.

—NISARGADATTA MAHARAJ
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