I point the big camera, and I take the shot, and I close my eyes, and I listen. What are they saying? What can we hear? And I drift into what I can only call a mystical space, a place between now and then, into the mystery, the alien consciousness, the exquisite sensitivity, the instincts so far beyond our imagination.

I sometimes hear ancient whispers, feel stirrings I cannot explain. What are they saying to one another? I think they are speaking in feelings, not in words. We know, they say to me, we know.