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.
Category: Landscape
Wide Open Spaces
With their sparse grasses
And iron red soil
I love a sky
Unobstructed
Cloud-filled and a little ornery
Three goblin sisters astride a camel
“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?”
Rock and River
Far below
A dam built down a ways
The Colorado
Takes a pause
Between a hundred million days
We leave our mark on things
Our names
A symbol
A statement
Of politics
Or preference
Of love
Or hatred
Or indifference
Or ignorance
Where the Earth heaves up
Like where the Earth heaves up
And breathes out strange beauties
From its belly of fire
Like here, where the fires burned
In Yellowstone
And the sky shone purple
Above the sun’s yellow, turned
Revealing the world beneath
To heal
To create
To destroy
But time itself wields no might
But for agents of change
Like the workings of nature and her creatures
Primordial Sun
About an amber sun
Settling in over a sea
Foaming against a rocky shore
As if you are there, at the dawn of life
Watching nature stir her organics
Casting upon them the spells
Which will make matter sentient
Beginnings and Endings
Sometimes it is difficult to know
A sunrise from a sunset
The coming of the light
From the gathering darkness
There is beauty in both
And what will come
Will come
So best to appreciate the moment