THE BREATH OF A BUFFALO
What is Life ? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the Sunset.”
-Crowfoot….April 1890, on his deathbed
I am not a native American but these words have always moved me ;asides from the beautiful images it conjures, the message “it’s gone before you know it ” becomes more and more powerful and pressing as I age. If anything, amongst my many photos, the only ones you’ll find here are an attempt to capture those fugitive moments.