The snow-covered trees fall away on the rapidly declining slope. From above, they look like an architectural drawing, the contrast of white snow against the dark boughs of hemlock, fir and cedar. It occurs to me only now that each tree, from directly overhead, resembles an irregular snowflake. It’s a beauty I always marvel at, every time across. The trips with snow on the trees are always best.
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Read the signs
Sometimes it’s best
To read the signs
Alter plans
And seek
Alternative accommodation
To read the signs
Alter plans
And seek
Alternative accommodation
Cold is a perceptual thing
Cold
A perceptual thing
A perceptual thing
Some might say
That looks cold
They would be right
But on a sunny day
A little help, please!?
Sometimes
All you really need
Is a little help
From a friend
All you really need
Is a little help
From a friend
An ode to Winter
I left the cabin at about 8AM, walked out to my car, bound for Whistler Mountain. It had snowed overnight. Not very much. No need to dig out the car. Just clear the windows, and I would be off. But, as I approached it I noticed the sign. How could I resist?
Give me shelter
Roofs. Shelter and safety.
First, a tangent.
Chinese characters are beautiful things. The more interesting ones often contain characters within characters, known as ‘radicals’. So any character containing the character for water is inflected with the sense of liquid, and any character containing the roof radical is inflected with the sense of shelter/safety, or lack of it.
Zion from Angel’s Landing
Sometimes
The scale and beauty of nature
Takes my breath away
And my words
The scale and beauty of nature
Takes my breath away
And my words
I need just one of these
So I let it be breath
Return from Angel’s Landing
Coming down from Angel’s Landing, I had no words, only peace and reverence.
Black Sand Basin
The earth heaves up boiling water and steam, and from these mist coalesces, drifts with the light wind. We walk out over the simmering pools lined with vibrantly coloured minerals and flecked with obsidian, giving the basin its name. Vapour rises all around us. Every now and again, a burst of trapped air escapes, jetting sprays of searingly hot water well above our heads, and fortunately well away from the viewing platform built right over the bubbling land.
MacDonnell Range Station
It rested there
Nestled in the valley
Watched over by ghost gums
Fortified by mountains
Nestled in the valley
Watched over by ghost gums
Fortified by mountains
A small outpost
In a large land
A cattle station
In the Red Centre