The Old Injun - like water, his touch is soft, but also has the hardness to sculpt rocks. Walking along the Arroyo Mocho trail, distractions cause many to overlook the small, the common, to really see what is ever present. My gaze settled upon the old injun in much the same way as it did on the creek, to see in the present moment who was before me, what was the momentum that, like the water, carried him forth. Unlike the water, which cared not that I gazed and abosrbed the beauty it offered he, the old injun, changed course and simply moved out of my view.
From Mountains, Water, Forests