Cropped and framed
Colour corrected and edited
Burnished and patinaed
To make a picture
That tells the story
I wish to remember
There is nothing so beautiful
As a moment offered in whole
To the act of creation
Except perhaps
One given
To love
Much as I
On challenged path
Lose my balance
Then regained
A beacon there
Should day grow dark
Along the way
Seeking the deep powder
The cruisable hard pack
The soft moguls
The challenge
Is not so much the hardships
But remembering
What trandscending
The hardships brings
But clamber up
One mountainside
And from atop
Discover
Endless array
Of pinnacles
Each mighty in itself
Waiting to be conquered
But I am drawn
Inexorably
To those of mystery
Promising adventure
Challenge
And discovery
I prefer quests of query
Over sorties of attainment
The places
The people
Who challenge them
Whether they succeed
Or fail
