Tag: Canada
Tantalus and Cheakamus
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.
Looking Back
Even into the gloomiest times
I can still see the beauty
But looking deeply into the past
Offers no more clarity
Than looking forward
Forward Viewing
Funneling it up over the rail
Into my chest, my face, through my hair
Rippling it like a flag in a storm
I hold the camera
Steady as I can, buffeted
Enjoying the sound of rushing air
The very brush of existence
Vancouver Island Whirlwind
Vancouver Island Whirlwind ~ Images depicting my whirlwind writing and photography tour of Vancouver Island
Returning from Departure Bay
Like beginnings, the endings
Do not come at home
The journey is finished
When we no longer roam
There’s a point when we look back
To recall what was seen
And a little remorse
For what might have been
Black Frank
And Admiral’d the fleet that made tubs go
When they mounted an engine
“Well,” Frank said, “let’s go racin’!”
Across Georgia Strait, what a great show!
Writing Desks I Have Known
Any perch will do
Once under an overturned rowboat
On chill Swedish tundra
Fending off the mosquitoes
For just one more word
Before midnight’s nightfall
And a welcome sleep
But what this writer loves
Is a table, a chair and a view
Overlooking the sea, perhaps
Or a river, and its teeming scene
Reef Point
The best journeys, it seems to me, are the unplanned ones, taken on the spur of the moment, reliant on the benifecence of serendipity. I understand why not everyone who travels would agree with this. For serendipity to work, one must believe in it. Listen for its song. Follow its voice when it calls. One cannot do this if plans are laid down like concrete foundations. Planning must be fluid, flow like a rivulet on a sandy beach, as easily diverted as the whim of a child with a stick.
An Artistic Encounter With Nature
“Ummm, yeah. Yeah!” I stammered as what she was suggesting sank in with increasing gravity.
“Yeah! That would be awesome!”