November 10, 2012-
Sandy's violent dance, destructive poetry by Lyle Owerko...
Walking in a field, the sun is setting - one breath, an inhale, an exhale... slowly a step forward over uncertain ground... another step forward, pause, the rhythm of it over again. The evening twilight moves through it's phosphorescent dance of pinks, ambers, yellows and edge of the earth blues... another breath, another step forward. Eyes look at roofs of homes strewn about like childrens toys.... alone... only the snapping of marsh reeds under feet. A symphony of breaking twigs bark out in uneven voices - pause... quiet now, amongst ruin... the shutter does it's butterfly motion, as simple as that, the lens stretches as wide as it can to capture the scattered remains of what were once dreams... photographs by Lyle Owerko
