Barely Clinging to Bare Branches

At the mercy of wind
Body threadbare
Torn with tattered fears
Soon to fall into the future
Into the burning sky

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016

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Just a guy trying to be creative before I’m kicked off this spinning spaceship suspended in a vast void.

We’re forever locked within a specific set of limited perceptions and spatial relationships. This vision we enjoy is defined by cells stacked in the eye. These cells only absorb and process a small portion of the entire spectrum of light.

We see so little of what is truly out there.

I try to use the camera to deviate from those familiar perceptions, to reframe those spatial spaces, to expose thin slices of time that change our relation to experiences teeming with unknowns, flashes of awe, and beauties unseen.

Or in the words of Bob Ross: “Beauty is everywhere.”

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