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
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?
Like here, where the fires burned
In Yellowstone
And the sky shone purple
Above the sun’s yellow, turned