Wednesday, May 14, 2014

last words



What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Crowfoot, 1890


Today I am grateful for what the photography students taught me.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Was thinking just this morning how fast life is moving even though I have both feet on the brakes.

Shea Goff said...

Indeed.