She comes, every time she can steal a few minutes for herself, to watch the bridge. The bridge, and the people crossing it.
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One Word Photo Challenge: Cloudy ~ She rises up
Some days, the bridged water
She rises up.
She rises up.
Diffuse, airborne and flowing like a boisterous tide
She swallows the bridge whole
One Word Photo Challenge: Cloud 9 in 7th Heaven
Fabian and I broke away from the pack, all of whom wanted to ski an area of Blackcomb Mountain known as Crystal Ridge. We wanted powder, and figured the best place to find that was higher, into the grey storm shrouding the Glacier Express as it ascended above the tree line. Snow had been falling sporadically, heavily at times, but for the moment it had abated. There even seemed to be some potentials for breaks in the dense morning cloud cloaking the entire mountain.
So up we went.
The Sundeck at the Edge of the World
That Nature
She makes you feel so small
When driving in the valleys
Along the water’s edge
Looking way up steep mountain slopes
To their ice-capped peaks
She makes you feel so small
When driving in the valleys
Along the water’s edge
Looking way up steep mountain slopes
To their ice-capped peaks
So climb up
Up up up
Where the eagles soar
And become like a god
Surveying all below
Tenacious Rays
On the rainforest floor
Richly green and always moist
It is not life which is persistent
Must be tenacious
Bold
Resourceful
Richly green and always moist
It is not life which is persistent
Must be tenacious
Bold
Resourceful
The Jesus Effect
On an otherwise cloudy afternoon the sun suddenly breaks through, casting rays down onto the Andaman Sea and its Karst sentinels. “The Jesus Effect,” I say, loudly enough so Katrin can hear me over the engine’s roar and the ocean sloshing against the Thai longtail’s hull.
“What?”
“The Jesus Effect,” I say more loudly. “When the sun comes through the clouds in shimmering rays like that.”
The red granite marble
The red granite marble
Rests in his bed of grasses and rock
In the gum tree’s shadow
Rests in his bed of grasses and rock
In the gum tree’s shadow
A marble that never rolled an inch
Nor was shot from a giant’s thumb
Nor tossed by demonic whim
Sitting here in the sun
Sturdy as the crystalline block
He once was on this very spot
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