For aural photography, from Ireland, and from poetryfoundation.org.
from Ansel Adams’ Aspens / by Ailbhe Darcy
To tiny Ansel Adams, newly arrived on this earth,
the sky is what it is, taut with its isness.
Some time before dawn, the section framed
by interior blackens and brightens and each tree out there
glows with itself, with the certainty of all Ansel Adams’