Lucky or not I see faces everywhere.
Walking in a Death Valley canyon at dusk once,
I became overwhelmed by the changing animal and human faces
reflecting off the canyon walls.

I rejoice in that negative space
around and between the images where
the new pictures that are created
hint at a different version of reality.

In Jewish mysticism, the torah scrolls
are described as black fire on white fire
where the deeper meaning is inscribed
in the white background.

I reside in those backgrounds
roaming about in the hope that
it will become clearer what
those faces have to tell me.