Category: Canon Powershot SD750

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

Little boxes and triangles
Plunked down
And anchored

In a landscape
Buffeted by winds
Battered by waves

The land and flora
Shaped, shattered,
Broken and splintered

I think of this canyon
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 colour
Is nature’s most ecstatic expression
Of beauty

There are places on this earth
Where time is the answer
To every question

Time, and Nature
In harmony

Sometimes I see
Somewhere ahead
A place
I’d like to be

With twists and turns
I’m never sure
Just where
The road takes me

Late afternoon
On a cold, crisp Colorado day
The moon comes calling
Wrapped in azure sky

A perfect day begins
In the pre-dawn
Anticipating the sun

I rise
Bring my didjeridu
To some beautiful place
And serenade the dawn

And so it begins

I love these wide open spaces
With their sparse grasses
And iron red soil

I love a sky
Unobstructed
Cloud-filled and a little ornery

“Ugh! This thing stinks!” lamented the youngest.

“It’s shaking me to bits!” the middle sister garbled, her tongue flapping against her lips.

“Quit your complaining!” croaked the eldest. “Would you two malcontents rather walk in this foul heat?”