Edwin Glass

Edwin Glass

Photographer | Poet

Erosion and the Weathering of the Heart
The self-published debut collection of photography and poetry by Edwin Glass
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An absolute gem of a human and a fantastic photographer. Met him right when we moved to Helena, and we quickly bonded over our love of adventures and getting lost with our cameras. Check his work out and snag a copy of his book while you can!

Erosion and the Weathering of the Heart is a Made in Montana book filled with stunning poetry and Montana landscapes, and it would make such a thoughtful Christmas gift.
You can follow @Edwin.Glass.Photography to keep seeing more of his photography and poetry. It is a peaceful corner of Instagram I think you all would enjoy, mixed with hope, reflection, melancholy, and beauty.

Great work helping us create our brand and image through beautiful photography, with unique lighting and angles. Our photos turned out way better than I imagined they even could.
There are a few creators whose attention to detail, passion for their work, and dedication to subject matter truly shine through like they do here. Excellent photographer and artist. 100/10.

A photographer whose lens perspective is as vast as the Great Plains and captures every last ray of light amid the wild Montana sky!
He was the photographer at my wedding and the photos are BEAUTIFUL! He truly captured our wonderful day in the best ways!
The photos taken for me and my fiancé were truly incredible. The quality was fantastic with prompt turnaround.


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🪶 “A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.” - John A Shedd … This year has not really gone acco…
🪶 “Erosion alters both the landscapes and lives around us, whether we pay close enough attention to witness its occurrence…
🪶 May our only regrets be that we haven’t told everyone how much they are truly loved, more often than we already do; 🪶 Ma…
🪶 As much as abrasion could have sharpened or hardened, or made rougher your edges, comfort can be found that it instead ma…
🪶 Misplacing all my worries and woes, I vanish into the curves of your smile, and in the glimmer of your eyes. As I trace t…
🪶 The rains can no longer quench this fire Rekindled in your care Burning brightly blue from the heat of our embers Which y…
🪶 No distance seems far With you on the horizon Still waiting for me ~ a haiku by Edwin Glass
🪶 Your song sounds new And yet so familiar to me The rhythm matches my own Cardiac pulses of life, and relief As your melod…
🪶 Within the blink of an eye Our future became the past If only I had known To keep my eyes on the sands Of our hourglass u…
🪶 I can still remember Although only shimmers now remain Like a reflection of the past As it’s lost in the haze But I fear…
🪶 It’s hard to find sleep on nights like these When the moonlight beckons brightly And you’re no longer in my dreams Althou…
🪶 Dilated distances Fooled by careless distractions A shared orbit, lost in a hyperbole Of what I thought would bring us cl…
🪶 We ebb and flow together And steadily drift apart In an endless palindrome To end, and then to start Until the snowfall a…
🪶 What remains of this now after you’ve gone? While my hands still hold the memory of your skin, and pieces of me have been…
🪶 Your absence leaves me hollow It follows me into sleep Into the quietest of moments Into the memories I keep But I keep l…
🪶 It’s nights like these that remind me of you. How the cold embrace of the wind makes me feel alive again, and how I’m onc…
🪶 “For we are never truly lost. And we are never quite alone… …we are merely just finding our way.” ~ an excerpt from ‘Eros…
🪶 Within the scarred and burned and desolate remnants of my heart, within the smoldering ashes, an ember still softly burns…
🪶 But I am not dead — at least, not yet. Though some days I can feel the remnants of myself eroding, boring into the ever g…
🪶 This cold, humid mountain air fills my lungs, and the earthen, musty aroma of the shoreline permeates every layer of my s…
🪶 In the quiet serenity that can rarely be found in these irregular and inconsistent gaps of clarity — spaciously timed bet…
🪶 Neither falling nor flying. Held in suspension. Held in the distance between each breath. Weightless as we await gravity…
🪶 Falling apart in the autumn As the reddened leaves descend A crimson cascade of the crumbled summer days If only summer c…
🪶 The tides rescind and take with them all of the remnants of what could have once been. If only we could walk this beach t…
🎃 & maybe I’m crazy I thought this was crazy Once, too How you make my bones dance Beneath my skin Anxious & nervous & read…
🪶 Home is where I’m free Where the city gently sleeps Where we come alive beneath the stars Home is wherever you are ~ a po…
🪶 And maybe this is goodbye Goodbye to the past and the future I no longer see Goodbye to who I was and who I thought I wou…
🪶 No matter where the twists and the turns in the road may lead No matter how early the sun may set, or how late the stars…