An elephant paradise found.—Gregory Colbert

An elephant paradise found.

—Gregory Colbert

An elephant raises his trunk and rains on seven billion human hearts. Happy holidays. —Gregory Colbert

An elephant raises his trunk and rains on seven billion human hearts. Happy holidays.

—Gregory Colbert

Elephant lightning—Gregory Colbert

Elephant lightning

—Gregory Colbert

If you lose yourself in an elephant you can find yourself in a trance.—Gregory Colbert

If you lose yourself in an elephant you can find yourself in a trance.

—Gregory Colbert

To be watched over by a guardian elephant.—Gregory Colbert

To be watched over by a guardian elephant.

—Gregory Colbert

If the clouds are out tonight and there are no stars to wish upon, you can always make a wish upon an elephant. The elephants’ tusks are wishing gates, and if you were to stand before them, what would you wish?—Gregory Colbert

If the clouds are out tonight and there are no stars to wish upon, you can always make a wish upon an elephant. The elephants’ tusks are wishing gates, and if you were to stand before them, what would you wish?

—Gregory Colbert

An elephant does not see his trunk as merely a nose but also as a trumpet.
We are taught to use cameras simply to take photographs. Why can’t we see cameras as musical instruments that can be played by the human eye?
—Gregory Colbert

An elephant does not see his trunk as merely a nose but also as a trumpet.

We are taught to use cameras simply to take photographs. Why can’t we see cameras as musical instruments that can be played by the human eye?

—Gregory Colbert

An elephant with his trunk raised is a ladder to the stars.
A breaching whale is a ladder to the bottom of the sea.
My photographs are a ladder to my dreams.
—Gregory Colbert

An elephant with his trunk raised is a ladder to the stars.

A breaching whale is a ladder to the bottom of the sea.

My photographs are a ladder to my dreams.

—Gregory Colbert

I have been tusked by an elephant, almost eaten by a sperm whale, knocked off my feet by a rhinoceros, embraced by a jaguar, given a haircut by a tiger shark, chased by a hippo and a black mamba, brought to my knees by malaria and dengue. But I was able to avoid the greatest danger of all. Never stop exploring the things that open you, or that you love.
—Gregory Colbert

I have been tusked by an elephant, almost eaten by a sperm whale, knocked off my feet by a rhinoceros, embraced by a jaguar, given a haircut by a tiger shark, chased by a hippo and a black mamba, brought to my knees by malaria and dengue. But I was able to avoid the greatest danger of all. Never stop exploring the things that open you, or that you love.

—Gregory Colbert

A Captain’s Log [GC]

A hurricane smashed the hull of a ship called Dreamsong. The boat broke apart on a coral reef near the island of Borneo. They were carrying precious cargo—one thousand cellos and a herd of Asian elephants. From the shore, the orangutans watched from high up in the tree canopy. The captain remained with the elephants while the crew abandoned ship. As the boat rocked and listed to one side, the elephants carefully removed the cellos from their cases and nimbly plucked the strings with their trunks. They began playing a cello suite called One Thousand Rivers.

The orangutans signaled to a pod of whales who soon gathered round the ship. Enraptured, the whales silenced their blows and listened. They lined up end to end on the water’s surface and invited the elephants to cross.

The elephants continued playing as they walked across the bridge of whales. When they touched shore their last note kept resonating on the water. 

A Captain’s Log [GC]

A hurricane smashed the hull of a ship called Dreamsong. The boat broke apart on a coral reef near the island of Borneo. They were carrying precious cargo—one thousand cellos and a herd of Asian elephants. From the shore, the orangutans watched from high up in the tree canopy. The captain remained with the elephants while the crew abandoned ship. As the boat rocked and listed to one side, the elephants carefully removed the cellos from their cases and nimbly plucked the strings with their trunks. They began playing a cello suite called One Thousand Rivers.

The orangutans signaled to a pod of whales who soon gathered round the ship. Enraptured, the whales silenced their blows and listened. They lined up end to end on the water’s surface and invited the elephants to cross.

The elephants continued playing as they walked across the bridge of whales. When they touched shore their last note kept resonating on the water. 

At the beginning of my journey, I was told, “If you wish to learn of your past, you must go to it. Begin with rivers, elephants, and whales.” I said goodbye to the elephants, knowing I would return to them, and set out to join the whales, the trunkless elephants of the sea.
—GC

At the beginning of my journey, I was told, “If you wish to learn of your past, you must go to it. Begin with rivers, elephants, and whales.” I said goodbye to the elephants, knowing I would return to them, and set out to join the whales, the trunkless elephants of the sea.

—GC

Learn to whisper with your eyes.
 Strive for the image beyond the word and the clarity of an elephant’s eye. 
Look for that which is not visible. 
Learn to dream with one eye open.
—GC

Learn to whisper with your eyes.

 Strive for the image beyond the word and the clarity of an elephant’s eye. 

Look for that which is not visible. 

Learn to dream with one eye open.

—GC