Tuesday, September 16, 2014

little shadow

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, or Issapóómahksika, Native American, 
chief of the Siksika Nation


JoLynne Lyon said...

What a lovely photo, and the quote is great, too.

Stephen Lyn Bales said...

Hello there JoLynne.

Thank you. I drive by that spot often, but never had it looked so dramatic. The clouds were parting and the sun was setting giving the entire scene a lovely orange glow.