Keith not only took some pictures, but also wrote a poem to accompany them. It's his take on the Sestina.
Far Side of the Flame
Warm, waxen candle
Casts a soft orange flicker
Pooling in shadow.
Burns away the dark
Hallowed in flame;
My soul grows more bright.
With something so bright
It's hard to snuff the candle,
To put out the flame,
Too strong to flicker,
And allow my mind go dark,
Delve into shadow.
But if the shadow
Were to eat up all that's bright;
Plunge the world to dark.
I'd keep keep my candle
Close so it may not flicker,
And protect my flame.
Cooler, out my flame,
And with nothing but shadow;
Wished for flicker.
Give me something bright,
Give me a lighted candle,
Keep away the dark.
Now my mind is dark,
Far away, sealed off, flame;
I have no candle.
Merely shadow,
I think not of what is bright
I only flicker.
Without a flicker,
I embrace that which is dark,
Against something bright.
Searching for a flame,
I make my way from shadow
To find a candle.
Soft flicker, small flame,
Dark burns away with shadow.
Hold a bright candle.