still at it

http://www.pinkbike.com/video/341526/
watched it on the big screen a few weeks ago.

a white lace day

It all looked so exquisite
looking from the inside out
the raven saw it too
on that day of white lace
when the sky was blue
so he went in
swooping down lower
and i came out
looking up for what was left
we were both too late
my bridal gown was ripped
the gray jays had pecked at it
it's a paper wasp's nest
only made to last so long

(you can see the nest in the left high tree on the top)

You did hold me

you did hold me
when i showed you part of me
my hands turning into wings
a teardrop split in two
letting you

the real me so much more macabre
if you only knew
the full truth;
bodies severed in two
heads crushed
blood everywhere

still you held me
still if that was only it

what if you ever hold me
who would i be?
us?
or still me?

Macabre

What kind of word is that anyway?
-macabre-
argillaceous
ferrugineous
Is it because i am pulled out of the clay?
Yes i know, there is iron in my bones.
macabre
accelerado, run faster!
a 'revelation terrible'
macabre, macabre!
so very sad
dolore
apparently it is just a dance
or a man
just a man, like all the others

ISON

 Did i just see ISON
chunks of lit up ice from comet Ison? November 23,2013 9.30 am yukon time

Saline incrustations

between Takhini and Canyon

ice on the 911-pond

this pond is slightly salty.

what causes the colors?

As i was reading a geological survey book of 1957, because i am trying to research geological activity in the Sifton Range in them  early days. I did come upon something else i once researched without any luck.

As with the Sifton Range, not everything is on google in this day and age, and not everything is known by geologists alive today.... doh.

I am just going to copy here what i found, because when i need this information and will want to do something with it, ( mainly i want to know if the salt is fit for human consumption),

I just have to google it!

1916

"It proved on examination to be composed for the most part of a mixture of hydrated sulphates of sodium and calcium, and a small quantity of magnesium sulphate, with some insoluble argillaceous and organic matters. It is slightly ferruginous, and contains also a very small quantity of Phosphates and chlorides."

and the article goes on, it was tested for potash, but only had slight amounts of it, 0.2 or 0.3 percent K2O

elk

This  photo taken a few weeks ago.
 I read that calfs might nurse up to 9 months.

I do not want to get into the fact that it did disturb me. It seems corny to even state why it would disturb me.

Look at the female's face, click on the image and zoom it in. Totally beautiful and looking at us.

a little bird came to me

you're a regular wreck with a crick in your neck

and no wonder you snore for your head's on the floor

and you've needles and pins from your sole to your shins

and your flesh is a-creep for your left leg's asleep

and you've cramp in your toes and a fly on your nose

you've got fluff in your lung and a feverish tongue

and a thirst that's intense and a general sense that you haven't been

sleeping in clover....

I did overcome again, i still do feel like a wreck, but reading this song this morning totally lifted my spirits again.

I read it in a book; 'the ocean at the end of the lane' by Neil Gaiman.

I have the great fortune of having an employer who buys books every week, and! she lets me read them. They are all very new books, like written in  2012 and she and i seem to have very similar taste. Angela ( a friend here) also send me an amazing book in the same line of what i like: 'Wild' by Cheryl Strayed. I will probably let my employer read it, to give her back something for her wonderful generosity.

Life is good ;)

boulders on the beach

have we all felt at certain times:

no matter how hard i try

i am not getting anywhere

well this is certain times

and writing always helps me

winter did arrive here, those black boulders are covered in snow

the white feather too

how can something that looked so beautiful when i found it

now suddenly seem full of teardrops and it is making me cry

don't let me worry you, underneath all that snow, the grass is still golden, the rosehips red.

 when i stepped out on the porch tonight in the dark i spooked a deer

and all is quite well

how can a few light words being whispered, rattle me that deep

am i that fragile?

 where is the strong woman that is me?

There is an old house on the hill

The following story is written by a friend of mine, Bluelight.

 I wanted to post this story here because i felt it fits well with the castle spirit in some of my recent writing.

Hope you like it.

There is an old house on the hill. No one lives in it. It has many secrets to it. 

& you will find them all out in this story.

As you walk up to it you see bars on all the doors & windows. You make your way to the front door, put the key in & turn it to open the door. The next door you come to is not locked so you just push it open. You see no carpet on the floor, just bare boards. You walk across the floor & the boards creak. This room you are in now is big, very big. You get to another door & you open it & you look inside. There is a giant kitchen. In the kitchen there is everything one could ever want & there is lots of room too. So you walk trough the kitchen & through an open doorway to another large room then through another door until you come to the back door. It is locked & there is no key.As you turn around to go looking around, you see a trapdoor. What's in there? You grab the big old ring & and pull it up. It's heavy, but you get it up & look inside. & the a light just comes on. So you walk down the old wooden stairs all the way to the bottom. It is cold. As you walk in more lights come on. You see what looks like wine racks. You walk over to it & another light comes on. Yes wine, old dusty dirty bottles. You pick one up & wipe the dust off. It's year 1735. Old bottle. You put it back on the shelf & walk out. & keep walking down a hall way. The hallway seems to go on for miles. after about 20 minutes of walking you get to the end. There's a big steel door. You pull the door open, it's heavy. You look inside and now you see bdsm equipment. It is very old, maybe as old as the bottle of wine. There is no padding on anything, just wood & steel. & lots of old shackles & things. Really old whips, leather ones & everything is dirty and dusty. You leave, close the door & make your way back down the hallway & and up the stairs, close the trap door & walk to the front door, close it behind you and lock it. Hop back in your car & drive off.....

  -to be continued-

the elusive horse

Hiata, Oct 2013

did you come on this walk with me?

in the moist fall air

the field bathing in sunlight.

before; our heads bend over the map

our fingers pointing.

after; there! there he is 

the horse

on the north side of the far field.

did you come on this walk with me?

 across the far field 

futile searching for a lost horse 

in a maze of poplars.

now; we might as well go to the river

 clay cliffs should lead us there

the earlier banks of the river

 they follow a path 

which the river took

in the past

did you come on this walk with me?

the map showed this path 

going north south.

the reality; a path that goes east west.

 did the earth shift?

are we lost?

we get wet from melted drops 

that cling to spruce branches

deeper into the forest, descending.

 we are going down.

down is good, right?

rivers find the lowest spot in the land,

till they reach the sea, right?

narrow animal trails through thick willows

there! there is the river

blue clear mirror like water

a river so wide it is barely flowing

look! two swans look at us

they too spotted us late.

 seemingly hesitant now leaving 

together going south

as one 

our wings flapping on the water

incredibly loud

the noise

scattering the perfect stillness

i am so happy we see the black horse galloping again

skating

The skating season on natural ice has started.
I do think it is 3 weeks late,
better late then never
which does happen some winters ( in my case)