Welcome to the natural world of Santa Fe, New Mexico- based photographer Michael McGuerty's fine art photography.




 

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Also available is Michael McGuerty's book Textures and Tales, which includes beautiful images of nature with accompanying writings by Michael, and Diana Hunter's poetry.



Book Price: $21 plus $5 shipping - Total: $26

To Order: Contact Michael McGuerty (see Contact section)


Listed below is a sample of my writing, my abstract nature photography and Diana Hunter's poetry; an excerpt from the book Textures and Tales.

TEXT:

A state of mind, blurred, soft, a calm serenity settles about my soul as I rest within this tall cool grass. The shimmering grass reminded me of her, the way her hair flowed with that same fluid grace. I remember the first moment we met was in this very field, though it had been such a long time ago.

This valley had been considerably more fertile. A river ran near the edge of this grass. Numerous varieties of big game came down to its edges to graze. Our families lived together in the village downstream, where the river widened. She had been alone, bathing, while I was coming back from my daily hunt. I had never seen such beauty. Upon that first gaze, I said to myself that she would be my wife. My heart spoke the truth for we would indeed marry, raise a fine family, live a good life.

Many hundreds of years would pass before our earthly bodies would meet again. My presence was now enveloped in the body of a young cavalry officer. I had been assigned a remote outpost in the New Mexican territory and was out on a reconnoiter patrol. As I rode, I felt a strange familiarity with this land, although it looked much more arid than its appearance in my dream. I rested by this creek to quench my thirst when through the grass I saw this enchanting Indian maiden. Later. I would make friends with her family and tribe. I felt at home with them, so much so that I relinquished my cavalry position to live among them. She and I would wed. Hostilities would soon develop with both the tribes of this region and the U.S. cavalry, which sought to drive them from their land. A warring battle was raged in this very field. She and I would die here together.

Today, I am a young man in search of a place to call home. Instinctively, my vacation itinerary took me to this stretch of land in New Mexico. I set out hiking and came across these grasses by this dry creek arroyo. In an astounding flash, my history and hers came rushing back through my entire body. At that instant, a young woman in hiking clothes spoke, interrupting my thoughts. She smiled a knowing smile. Our eternal love would continue...

THE  IMAGE:


THE  POEM:

" Touch Me"

Light as feathers

    Soft as down

        A sigh replaces

             Troubled frown.

                  Touch me gently

                       As you please...

                            I dance and whisper

                                 In the breeze.

                                                           Diana Hunter        



AND FOR THAT TOUCH OF THE UNNATURAL ABSTRACT....


WILD KINGDOM



NO  MAN'S  LAND