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I really didn't feel up to going to the flea market that day... It wasn't just the record-breaking heat, or the sweltering balm.. but that the light was glaring and oppressive in the way it washed out all the texture, color, and life.

Still... out of boredom I went. Figured, if I just sat home in the air conditioning... it's certain nothing would happen. If I go, maybe I'll unearth some rare treasure! Maybe something... anything... might actually happen.

I meandered from lackluster card table display of forgotten debris... boiling booths of brain-scrambling banality... It was so hot and I felt like an ant hounded by some demented demigod child with a giant magnifying glass... focusing the already relentless rays squarely in my path...

Then I saw him... He looked sad and as if he were very far away... Like he was dreaming of what might have been. Or, remembering another life when he was a King!... He just sat there... hoping to sell one of his magnificent natural wood-framed mirrors.

"Mirror Man" ~ Jacksonville, Florida © Skip Hunt

Deceived by heaven’s promise… I drifted up and away into the thin delicate seduction…

Slipping sweetly into nirvana… melting within her tender embrace… tasting the forbidden light.

One last dimension to pass… and then joyful oblivion.

Until she snared me in her dimensional web to remind my time was not yet complete.



“Heaven’s Gate” ~ Blue Texas sky through translucent fabric. © Skip Hunt

Difficult to describe the fragrance of the burning faithful... once a life... now a sinuous stream floating delicate above mother Ganga.

The sandlewood dreams of a lifetime... Perfume for the living as we breath-in the misty remembrance of a precious life... now passed... back into the depths of life's soupy stream from whence we all came...

Carried along sweetly in Mama's arms until we've finally ended this bitter sweet journey...

and... return back into HER mystic... Eternal womb.

"Varanasi Symphony" ~ Dawn on the Ganges in Varanasi, India © Skip Hunt http://www.skiphuntphotography.com

Hey,

Getting ready to take off for Mexico again. New places... and some old. Am going to do things a bit different this time, ie. maybe work on a little POD book while I'm actually on the trip, etc.




I've created a special travel blog I'll be doing most of all my posting from HERE

Mama look! He comes now!

Wondering what the nature of the the “Big Daddy” might take, Beatrice wandered about the sandy oasis and closed her innocent eyes for a moment. She tasted the saline air, and felt the breeze tickle gently as her sun dress danced about her skin.

The delicious blue wrapped warmly about her face and dipped playfully into the sea.

She swayed lightly within the natural symphony while her sisters kept watch over the grand castle.

She sensed a presence approaching her and, knew it was "he" who cometh… the grand designer! She peeked to catch a glimpse of the noble conductor.


“He Cometh” ~ On the beach near Perpignan, France © Skip Hunt

Drowning in a river of white noise and feeling my very self crushed by the monstrocities of stone.

I disappear into the veneer of my illusory shell and trudge along, looking for hints that one day the mystery might be revealed.

Then... I sense something foreign... something coming... something new...

And then, my heart leaps an extra beat in anticipation.... then stops as the sky fills with fluttering flight...

All time stops and...


I am in the moment.

"Release" ~ Porto, Portugal © Skip Hunt

Clutching one another, they endured the chilly desert night.. passion's noonday fire... thrashing demon wind...

Their devotion was tested as all will know...

They'll now bask in brother Sol's warm cradle and dance in sister Luna's loving glow...

For they have the prize of the ages... and will suffer no more.



"Devotion" ~ Wirikuta region with Quemado in the background, Mexico © Skip Hunt ~ http://www.skiphuntphotography.com

Fuchsia finally had a moment to herself away from the other inhabitants. She knew she could grow to love this strange and watery outpost…

Abundance knew she would just die as soon as he could show her how the indigenous emulants walked on their pedal pad paws! How could they?! Don’t they know?!

Abundance couldn’t get over his restrained pleasure bouts. He was beside himself… pleased he could finally share the exotic post with his beloved Fuchsia. He had no idea she would take to this gritty landing this well and giggled as he spied her tussling in the soily terraforma grain.

“Tussling Terrain” ~ Playa del Carmen, Mexico © Skip Hunt

Red had worked the edge sector for some time. He wondered if the slightest vibrations of passing vehicular monstrosities might in fact be the key, and he soon deduced that eventually he might just rattle himself free from the blackened industrial abys.

Ever so slightly he rattled himself unnoticed for years... Ever closer... Closer... Closer...

He could smell the sweet sunshine breezes wrangling themselves inbetween the twisted crevaces... See the tips of mythic verde life strands flowing freedom as once told by the Iron Elders...

Longing with all his rustic might and with every weld of his battered being...

One day... he would know the truth... One day... he would bust out of the dark corrugated hell in a steely fury and scrap his way into the divine free-range light.

"Free-Range" ~ Austin, Texas © Skip Hunt

My only desire was to stroll along the ghats to soak up the sound, textures and light... I wasn't up for a massage... I wasn't shopping for a sari... nor did I need anymore silver charm anklets... Just wanted to "be" as they say... But, ALL of those interruptions and more ARE the textures of Varanasi.

Still... there was one masseur who didn't even ask if I wanted a massage... who just didn't care... who just chose not to notice a potential customer... one masseur who simply chose to "be"... and... he was.

"Slow Day" ~ Varanasi, India © Skip Hunt