Exhibit

                                   
                                        Ta Prohm, Angkor Wat, Cambodia  and  Perito Moreno Glacier, Argentina                

                                                                                           Glimpse time, long,
                                                                                           long before
                                                                                           you were here,
                                                                                           or I was there.
                                                                                           Building up, reaching up,
                                                                                           reaching down, taking
                                                                                           root in stone, in ice,
                                                                                           on water on earth.
                                                                                           See time
                                                                                           as it passed
                                                                                           as it passes
                                                                                           where it is.
 
                                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                                     P. Elkind

                                                 
                                                          Atlantic Coast  and  Cape of Good Hope, South Africa

                                                                        Flight of mist of white of wings of black.
                                                                        Curling arching forming leaping
                                                                        motion begins
                                                                        in far away lands and sky high
                                                                        moon and the winds. The winds
                                                                        push and the birds push
                                                                        through and lift and rest air
                                                                        against feather
                                                                        over water. And light,
                                                                        the light twirls and catches
                                                                        so much more than the surface.

 
                                                                                                                                                 P. Elkind

Original photographs and poetry by
Perrin Elkind ©