On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows,
In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
Not to know at large of things remote
From use, obscure and subtle, but to know
That which before us lies in daily life,
Is the prime wisdom.
The fact is, that to do anything in the world worth doing, we must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in and scramble through as well as we can.
It’s been several weeks now since I returned from Colorado, and aside from a few shots used to accentuate some of my poems, I’ve not posted all that many shots from the trip. This is to set things right. Though I took hundreds of shots while out and about in the mountainous state, I have selected a few here as a sort of highlight real for the trip. WordPress, I think, would be quite upset with me if I tried to upload everything. In fact, I think I’d be liable to break the bloody system.
So here, in a nutshell, is my trip. What better inspiration could one have asked for? Sights featured in my shots include Rocky Mountain National Park, the Red Rocks and Red Rocks Amphitheater, my brother and sister-in-law’s home, and just a few shots from the more nature-inclined areas around Denver, CO.
Moya and Ares
Red Rocks Amphitheater
My brother, Jim
At the top of the world.
My sister-in-law, Cassie.
“Just let go,”
I heard the dead man say–
all fire and steel,
this medieval madness in my veins.
Touch the Fire,
watch it burn–
my flourish of steel
can ward the Dragons,
but this feathered sword is nothing to the light.
I could write you off,
but never Time–
ensconced in the moment
I wear it like a shield
to burn the fires out around me.
Still through the swirling smoke–
the fires die,
but the scorches linger.
The black marks on my skin
refuse to go–
I Breathe but I cannot Release
and I am Bound
Forever by the Deed.