no. 436

This summer landscape

Swelters and disintegrates

With each passing mile.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 436, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 436, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 435

Scent of conifers—

After a late summer storm:

Tonic for the soul.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 435, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 435, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 434

On this desert trail…

Casting secrets to the wind—

We listen and wait.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 434, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 434, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 433

Lightness and darkness—

In and out of these spaces:

Thresholds to the heart.

~ Guillermo Delgado

no. 433, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

no. 433, Guillermo Delgado, 2014

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