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?
Category: Detail
There is a certain beauty to rust
A pretty thing
A lifetime of utility
Goes to ground
Embraced by nature
Becomes prettier
Still
A lifetime of utility
Goes to ground
Embraced by nature
Becomes prettier
Still
The Harsh Mistress
Sun and rain burrow deep
Into paint and the past
Revealing transitions
And the names of those
Lost to time and memory
Into paint and the past
Revealing transitions
And the names of those
Lost to time and memory
Barbed Wire & Bullet Holes
Barbed wire and bullet holes
A 20 year old reminder
Of a country broken
And rebuilt
Broken again
And rebuilt
A 20 year old reminder
Of a country broken
And rebuilt
Broken again
And rebuilt
You and the Wall were never Friends
Some days
No matter how beautiful it seems
From the perspective you’re viewing
Or how comfortable you feel
Right where you’re standing
No matter how beautiful it seems
From the perspective you’re viewing
Or how comfortable you feel
Right where you’re standing
Ya just gotta stop
Take stock
And realise
You’ve hit a wall
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.