Every picture evokes a story
Evokes a feeling
Evokes a memory
Or an insight
Or a knowledge
The last thing on your mind
Is an avalanche
But it shouldn’t be
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the paths we could take in life
Were marked like ski runs
In a landscape
Buffeted by winds
Battered by waves
The land and flora
Shaped, shattered,
Broken and splintered
Feeling
very small
and finite
With twists and turns
I’m never sure
Just where
The road takes me
I rise
Bring my didjeridu
To some beautiful place
And serenade the dawn
And so it begins
I may have to step
Through many doorways
To find its source
All I need is
A canoe
A paddle
And a clear, calm mountain lake
With every stroke
I feel my tensions release
My thoughts slide down my arms
Into the paddle
Pix to Words 