For light, I find
Where eyes see naught
For in the darkness
Beauty thrives
Captured here by glassy eyes
For in the darkness
Beauty thrives
Captured here by glassy eyes
The details lost
No greys or shadows
The colours lost
No textured nuance
And it occurs to me
The same thing happens
When I shine the light too hard
On the truths I’m seeking
Observing from
Peaceful repose
While nature wars
‘Tween earth and sky
And I
I have run out of
Unsubtle intertwining alliterations
So I kick back
And enjoy this glorious moment
Saw blades
Of rock
And ice
Lifted into sky
I stop here
Often
To Wonder
To be
Tantalized
Smoke on smoke
Thickens, on the rise
Islands and mountains
Fading, in steps of blues and tourquoise
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.