written/photography by Mark Adam Crow
The moment is fleeting. This moment of choice. This moment of destiny. This moment of power. Within the burning fires of passion and desire, and upon the anvil of suffering and loss, the soul has been tempered. In this moment, the dream becomes reality. Reality becomes the dream with a voice on the wind. Old rivers run deep. Lightning strikes twice. Listen to the sunrise.
A journey. A mountain. A stone. A moment. Like a stone. Fortune favors the bold...