I love the chutzpah of communities
Which plunk themselves down on the edge of a continent
That the sea has been ferociously taking back
Since the land was born
Author: Patrick Jennings
I travel, when I can. Write, when inspired. Photograph, where there's beauty. Make films, for a living.
Oh, and I play a decent didjiridu.
Questions of Utility
One wonders if
A pair of forlorn-looking picnic tables
Actually prefer the cool grey wet of an Autumn day
The quiet restfulness of the off-season
A pair of forlorn-looking picnic tables
Actually prefer the cool grey wet of an Autumn day
The quiet restfulness of the off-season
Seeking Dragons
I went out on a photo safari with a buddy of mine, eventually landing at Vancouver’s New Brighton Park, an inner harbour green space surrounded by port facilities, including this sugar off-loading dock.
I was intrigued by the shapes, and the somber mood of the clouds, and by the reflection the unloading facilities cast on Burrard Inlet. I shot off a series of photos, hoping something would work.
Boxes & Triangles
Little boxes and triangles
Plunked down
And anchored
Plunked down
And anchored
In a landscape
Buffeted by winds
Battered by waves
The land and flora
Shaped, shattered,
Broken and splintered
A geological child
I think of this canyon
As old
Until I reflect
And recall
As old
Until I reflect
And recall
The sandstone
Began to rise
Some 200 million
Years ago
Leaving the water to carve
An infant, a toddler
The geological child
Of a mother, Earth, 4 billion years old
Vibrant Color
Vibrant colour
Is nature’s most ecstatic expression
Of beauty
Is nature’s most ecstatic expression
Of beauty
Rocking Time
There are places on this earth
Where time is the answer
To every question
Where time is the answer
To every question
Time, and Nature
In harmony
Bon’s Off Broadway
I found it in my neighbourhood
A decade and a half ago
A greasy spoon, a diner, a joint
A decade and a half ago
A greasy spoon, a diner, a joint
A place to hang
To eat, oh-so cheaply
Ham & Eggs & Toast & Hash Browns
Just $2.95, all day
Wildfire Haze II
Layer upon layer
Smoke on smoke
Thickens, on the rise
Islands and mountains
Fading, in steps of blues and tourquoise
Like hailstones fallen to Earth
For hours, they gathered
Like hailstones falling to Earth
Like hailstones falling to Earth
A trickle at first
Then a torrent
Then a tumult
Until the space filled
In a thunderous storm
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