The sun follows
In relentless pursuit
Leaving footprints
In the sky
In relentless pursuit
Leaving footprints
In the sky
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.
The Story Machine
This is the Story Machine
It loves tragedy
And violence
And Happy Endings
It loves tragedy
And violence
And Happy Endings
And so its stories tell us
A world all out-of-kilter
At war, and in poverty
Has Happy Endings
Risk it
When we talk about our lives, it’s not the stories about the safe paths we have taken which become our favourite stories to tell. Risky choices make the best tales, no matter the difficulties, no matter the outcomes.
The invitation
There are moments
Of peace and solitude
Of calm beauty and divinity
Which allow us to connect
Of peace and solitude
Of calm beauty and divinity
Which allow us to connect
Enveloped
She comes, every time she can steal a few minutes for herself, to watch the bridge. The bridge, and the people crossing it.
a boy, a stone, and water
a boy
a stone
and water
a stone
and water
some conditions are so easy to understand
some outcomes are so easy to predict
One Word Photo Challenge: Cloudy ~ She rises up
Some days, the bridged water
She rises up.
She rises up.
Diffuse, airborne and flowing like a boisterous tide
She swallows the bridge whole
One Word Photo Challenge: Cloud 9 in 7th Heaven
Fabian and I broke away from the pack, all of whom wanted to ski an area of Blackcomb Mountain known as Crystal Ridge. We wanted powder, and figured the best place to find that was higher, into the grey storm shrouding the Glacier Express as it ascended above the tree line. Snow had been falling sporadically, heavily at times, but for the moment it had abated. There even seemed to be some potentials for breaks in the dense morning cloud cloaking the entire mountain.
So up we went.
The Sundeck at the Edge of the World
That Nature
She makes you feel so small
When driving in the valleys
Along the water’s edge
Looking way up steep mountain slopes
To their ice-capped peaks
She makes you feel so small
When driving in the valleys
Along the water’s edge
Looking way up steep mountain slopes
To their ice-capped peaks
So climb up
Up up up
Where the eagles soar
And become like a god
Surveying all below
Pix to Words 