In a big country
Even a storm’s aftermath
Writes itself large
On the landscape
Even a storm’s aftermath
Writes itself large
On the landscape
Category: Cameras
Sea to Sky
In the land of Sea to Sky
When clouds hang low
They obscure the mountains high
While down below
The world seems grey
The sun is there
It picks its way
Highlights on the ocean waves
Amber on horizon waits
While snow still clings
To rocky slopes
I drive on home
To ponder tropes
When clouds hang low
They obscure the mountains high
While down below
The world seems grey
The sun is there
It picks its way
Highlights on the ocean waves
Amber on horizon waits
While snow still clings
To rocky slopes
I drive on home
To ponder tropes
Forbidden ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #68
I sidle up
To places forbidden
Marvel and wonder
So much grander
More formidable
Than I
To places forbidden
Marvel and wonder
So much grander
More formidable
Than I
The places
The people
Who challenge them
Whether they succeed
Or fail
Whitecaps & Sea Mist
A vicious wind blows
Down the sound
Stripping the heat
From my hands
From my face
Kicking up whitecaps
Stealing their spray
Making a misty glow
To cradle Islands
And mountains
On a cold winter day
Down the sound
Stripping the heat
From my hands
From my face
Kicking up whitecaps
Stealing their spray
Making a misty glow
To cradle Islands
And mountains
On a cold winter day
Whistler Valley
Day comes to end
In hyper-blue
And gleaming amber
In hyper-blue
And gleaming amber
Icy wind rips
Up the valley floor
Churning turquoise and obsidian
Beneath the placid azure
Of a witness sky
Waiting for the stars
Incomprehensible Perfection
I’ve spent all my life
Learning the craft of creation
But how can mere reason
And artistry compete
With the simple gestures
Great and small
Of nature
Learning the craft of creation
But how can mere reason
And artistry compete
With the simple gestures
Great and small
Of nature
I have just the small talent
To capture in image
And evoke in word
An incomprehensible
Perfection
Whistler and Alta
The winter wind
Whisks down the valley
Holding the ice at bay
Whisks down the valley
Holding the ice at bay
But the ducks
Won’t have much longer
To paddle in open water
Armchair of Golden Dreams
Sometimes I just sit back
In my armchair of golden dreams
To take in all the splendour
The view from there is wonderful
In my armchair of golden dreams
To take in all the splendour
The view from there is wonderful
To a practitioner of Tendai
Everything is wonderful
Everything is wonderful
~ Saichō
9th Century Japanese Buddhist monk
Founder of Tendai school of Buddhism
9th Century Japanese Buddhist monk
Founder of Tendai school of Buddhism
The Fate of Snowflakes
Snowflakes make their way
Down from clouded sky
Carried by the fateful winds
To find a place of rest
Perhaps atop the matted grass
Or come to know the branch and bough
Where they paint such pictures pretty
Down from clouded sky
Carried by the fateful winds
To find a place of rest
Perhaps atop the matted grass
Or come to know the branch and bough
Where they paint such pictures pretty
Others find their way to gentle currents
Return to form from which they spawned
Then seek again the path to sky
Transform, renewed, to lightest flakes
And try once more for beauty’s grace
Winter Dreaming
Revelling on Golden Dreams
Where languid winter river flows
Beneath soft flakes fluttering
Alighting like sweet Angel’s down
Upon needled bough and barren branch
Or cloak the water where it’s still
Where languid winter river flows
Beneath soft flakes fluttering
Alighting like sweet Angel’s down
Upon needled bough and barren branch
Or cloak the water where it’s still
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