Strangers on the shore

I have come back, and still the sea
keeps sending me strange foam.
It does not get used to the way I see.
The sand does not recognize me.

It makes no sense to return
to the ocean without warning-
it does not know you return
or even that you were away,
and the water is so busy
with all its blue business
that arrivals go unrealized.

-From a Poem by Pablo Neruda

This series of work are based upon memories, impressions, feelings, dreams and photos made during my kayak trips to North Brother and South Brother Islands located in Barretto Bay. -Bronx, N.Y.

Alturas de Macchu Picchu is a series of 4 collagraphs base on Pablo Neruda's Poem.

Canto XII from The Heights of Macchu Picchu
Arise to birth with me, my brother.
Give me your hand out of the depths
sown by your sorrows.
You will not return from these stone fastnesses.
You will not emerge from subterranean time.
Your rasping voice will not come back,
nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets.