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Tag Archives: mist
WHAT IS OUT, WHAT IS IN
THE PORTALS TO SEEING SOME ONE WAS TALKING TO ME ABOUT WINDOWS. Actually, I was looking at old windows and wondering about what’s been seen between the seer and the sight beyond. These were old windows — that were removed … Continue reading
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Tagged beauty, beginning, corvids, curiosity, dream, experience, heritage, inspiration, light, mist, mystery, path, soul, storytelling, symbolism, Transition, vision
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INTO THE MIST
I’VE BEEN WALKING, THE LATE NIGHTS, THE EARLY SHIFTS. SOME AIR, IN EITHER — BOTH FROSTED IN THE MORNING — CHILLED, THE WIND AND RAIN AS DAY FALLS. I went out walking late, Vancouver. That night, the rains came, then … Continue reading
The Mist of Knowing
I was in an alley, early morning, only days ago — and the cold was almost unbearable. This, 5am — and walking the alley, steam rose up into the light, creating a kind of painting. A misted water-coloring, awash in … Continue reading
THE MIST AND THE JUNGLE
NYC Looking north, pre-dawn, when only the mist is the light of Central Park, it’s like a land that hasn’t yet been discovered — there’s jungle there. And indeed, there’s jungle, round that jungle — ring, on ring; adventure — … Continue reading
The road
The road When I go out there. I’m looking for the long road — what’s out there, the long running. Like any road, really, can you see to the end of it? Out on the prairie — the long reach … Continue reading