For the high mountain vistas
To be above the clouds
Above it all
They come to rise up
Then to speed down
To glide on silken slopes
The graceful arc of edges
They come to rise up
Then to speed down
To glide on silken slopes
The graceful arc of edges
To Tibet
In the heart of Beijing
It’s so decreed
By The Party
She’d seen my camera
A foreigner with a camera
“Take my picture!”
Happily, I oblige
Line her up with the street
The cyclist, passing by
At eighty
Kilometers per hour
4-80 air conditioning
First glass
Now wood
And the grass grows high
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.
I love a sky
Unobstructed
Cloud-filled and a little ornery
The Colorado
Takes a pause
Between a hundred million days
Nature’s patterns
Repeat
In scale
And context
A Martian landscape?
Or an Earthly detail?