Night Travelers

Night Travelers

The further I walk

the higher I go

The longer the climb

it seems the less I know

Through darkness

Through rain

under a thousand night skies

That which is hidden

compels me to climb

The longer I walk

the higher I go

The steeper the climb

it seems the less I know

I cannot see around the bend

Press on I must without notion of end

I cannot be that which I am not

I cannot hold in my hand what I've not got

The further I walk

the higher I go

The longer the climb

it seems the less I know

Through darkness

Through rain

under a starless night sky

That which is hidden

compels me to climb

March up on the Mountain

Today I rushed outside
to photograph
the lovely full mountain
mist that hung like
a shroud deep and dense
upon our mountain.
It visits us often.
It creeps up.
It is so thick that
it fogs my camera in
strange spot-like ways
and it can spook the dog.



































































The fog has a quieting~
gentle~rest
generating effect...
upon my soul.
And I love it often.