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
I hold the camera
Steady as I can, buffeted
Enjoying the sound of rushing air
The very brush of existence
Vancouver Island Whirlwind ~ Images depicting my whirlwind writing and photography tour of Vancouver Island
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
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
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.
I like the ocean best
A high overlook
With a hard onshore wind
Driving the breakers
Far onto shore
Red tide of fire
Flash floods every morning
With the sun’s first rays