Wouldn’t it be nice
If the paths we could take in life
Were marked like ski runs
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.
Whistler is something of a second home to me, which is great. The resort provides all kinds of wonderful activities. Skiing, of course, and mountain biking. But also, swimming, canoeing, hiking, snow shoeing. Having a pint or four at the Dubh Linn Gate pub while Ruckus Deluxe takes the stage.
I walk a beach at ebbing tide
And leave footprints of no consequence
Washed away in just a couple of waves
Continued from An Artistic Encounter With Nature
But looking deeply into the past
Offers no more clarity
Than looking forward
I hold the camera
Steady as I can, buffeted
Enjoying the sound of rushing air
The very brush of existence
Vancouver Island Whirlwind ~ Images depicting my whirlwind writing and photography tour of Vancouver Island
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