The snow-covered trees fall away on the rapidly declining slope. From above, they look like an architectural drawing, the contrast of white snow against the dark boughs of hemlock, fir and cedar. It occurs to me only now that each tree, from directly overhead, resembles an irregular snowflake. It’s a beauty I always marvel at, every time across. The trips with snow on the trees are always best.
Tag: nature
Read the signs
Sometimes it’s best
To read the signs
Alter plans
And seek
Alternative accommodation
To read the signs
Alter plans
And seek
Alternative accommodation
Cold is a perceptual thing
Cold
A perceptual thing
A perceptual thing
Some might say
That looks cold
They would be right
But on a sunny day
Zion from Angel’s Landing
Sometimes
The scale and beauty of nature
Takes my breath away
And my words
The scale and beauty of nature
Takes my breath away
And my words
I need just one of these
So I let it be breath
Return from Angel’s Landing
Coming down from Angel’s Landing, I had no words, only peace and reverence.
Black Sand Basin
The earth heaves up boiling water and steam, and from these mist coalesces, drifts with the light wind. We walk out over the simmering pools lined with vibrantly coloured minerals and flecked with obsidian, giving the basin its name. Vapour rises all around us. Every now and again, a burst of trapped air escapes, jetting sprays of searingly hot water well above our heads, and fortunately well away from the viewing platform built right over the bubbling land.
MacDonnell Range Station
It rested there
Nestled in the valley
Watched over by ghost gums
Fortified by mountains
Nestled in the valley
Watched over by ghost gums
Fortified by mountains
A small outpost
In a large land
A cattle station
In the Red Centre
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
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