Post one of two: Shadow Mountains
Jan. 8th, 2016 09:50 amAt this time in the morning, the shadows of the tiny bits of snow we have cast huge. It's like looking at the Guilin Mountains.
Guilin Mountains, photo by Hiroji Kubota, from this site

See?

Can't you imagine wandering there, with your sturdy pack horse carrying your porcelain tea set and some charcoal, so that when you tire, you can sit down, make a fire, brew some tea, and watch the sky and the mountains?
Guilin Mountains, photo by Hiroji Kubota, from this site

See?

Can't you imagine wandering there, with your sturdy pack horse carrying your porcelain tea set and some charcoal, so that when you tire, you can sit down, make a fire, brew some tea, and watch the sky and the mountains?
There is a tiny creek that I love to pass by; it's a little cleft in the land, and it's protected from automotive intrusion by a guardrail. This winter, the guardrail was not sufficiently strong to prevent a wayward car from forcing its attentions on the creek:

For several months thereafter, the guard rail lay like that, much more intimate with the creek than it had every been before. Finally, the highway department put in a shiny new guardrail.
. . . But the other day I went by and . . .

This time it almost looks deliberately rammed, as if its very shininess was provocation.
There's shivered safety glass in the crannies:

I like the green shadows of the leaves on the post:


For several months thereafter, the guard rail lay like that, much more intimate with the creek than it had every been before. Finally, the highway department put in a shiny new guardrail.
. . . But the other day I went by and . . .

This time it almost looks deliberately rammed, as if its very shininess was provocation.
There's shivered safety glass in the crannies:

I like the green shadows of the leaves on the post:

more full of leaves
Jul. 30th, 2012 04:31 pmCome away, human child, for the world is more full of leaves than you can ever know.

Come away to where the blackberries grow

Step in, step in deeper, into shadow. There are more fruits there, hidden, sweet, and black.

( Who and what were in this world? )

Come away to where the blackberries grow

Step in, step in deeper, into shadow. There are more fruits there, hidden, sweet, and black.

( Who and what were in this world? )
