In the Mood

Dreaming of dancing

In far away places

(Tango w/ Mike on Muldrow Glacier - Denali, 2008)

(Forró w/ William - BBQ, Piracicaba, Brasil 2004)

Post-Processing

Would this be a crime?
To free myself from time
Clear post-processed dates
Promptly from my plate
Linger on the Midnight sun
Awaken deep in freedom
No more stale cold gray
Nothing left to do but play?

Is there another dance?
To boldly take the chance
Abandon responsibilities
For endless possibilities
Letting go of one
Holding on to none
Not needing to define
Would this be a crime?

Três Volcanoes Dance in Loneliness

(Pico de Popocatépetl, Mexico, Dec 2007,
as seen from Pico de Iztaccihuatl)

Canta, veja
Cinder ruptures the lonely
Um, dois, três
Magma smothers all sense
Sozinha, solteria
Eruptions rip heart's core
Bata o congo
Lava intoxicates stimulation
Apaixanda
Volcanic ashes fall to lust
Dança da solidão

(Pico de Orizaba, Mexico, Dec 2007)

Spring Floes-n-Woes

As I recover from my crazy concussion of last week (I have learned that I suffered a Grade III concussion. Not the kind you want to have), the local environment has been underwater and under ice with plenty of folks suffering far worse than I.

Eagle is a small village that will never be the same due to an ice jam in the Yukon River causing major flooding and huge icebergs. My friend Brian was working there for Department of Environmental Conservation, as part of their Haz-Mat crew. Check his blog to hear what it was like on the ground: Mother Nature Flexes Her Muscles.

The local newspaper made a slideshow of what can happen when air temperatures skyrocket to over 70°F for a week straight like they did last week.
Spring Flooding

While we really enjoyed the warm sunshine and amazing warmth (well my friends tell me it was an amazing week - I slept thru it), the rivers have had a hard time managing all of the springmelt.

Selection is Natural, So They Say

Selected as a sacrificial child for the gods
Never to know freedom, only to accept fate,
Trapped as a dolphin caught in a tuna net
Floundering for air, only to drown,
Pinned as a zebra calf taken by the lion
Calling out for help, only to be left behind,
Ensnared as a moose cornered by the wolf pack
Fighting back for life, only to be devoured,
Caged as a songbird that only wants to sing
Singing for hours, only to have wings clipped,
Gated as a branded heifer put to pasture
Grazing for survival, only to be slaughtered,
Tangled as a butterfly wing in a spider web
Fluttering for escape, only to be prey,
Natural selection takes it toll, one has to go.


Selecting to destroy the datalogger
Apr 2009

Office Window

What do you see out your office window?
Here's 2 hr time lapse of what I see.

Geometric Memories

The three-sided summit rises sharp and wily,
Corniced creatures stretch to touch the void,
A stable slope holds from slipping into freedom,
Fresh powder on slab compresses the past,
Footprints kicked w/ silent suffering drift in,
Retraced steps tramp freely on crust,
Traipsing along place, time, moment,
Captured on film and over-exposed,
Always pausing to measure the angle.

Assessing the angles on Triangle Peak (Apr 2009)

TrevO cuts a line up first slope.

My turn to break trail.

Fun w/ the sun.

Corniced creatures thwart the attempt
to reach the three-sided summit.

Denali Fly-By

This just in:
There was a fly-by while we were on Denali - back in May '08.
Click for higher resolution shots.
These show OUR trail and camp!!
What perspective, hard to believe that was me.
WOW!

Driveway Blues

I once submitted a poem to a poetry contest when I was in the first grade. It was about snow. I remember working really hard on it and feeling proud of what I wrote. Of course, it never got published. My mom just called and told me what I wrote:

Snow is white
Snow is bright
Snow flies like a kite
Snow is very light

After spending the past week trying to dig out after the many inches of snowfall we received while I was traveling, all in an attempt to make my driveway drivable, and still not succeeding - after multiple attempts at shoveling, getting my car stuck, digging out my car, re-shoveling, getting my car stuck, digging out my car...I'm thinking perhaps I'd like to retract my original poem to something more like:

Snow is heavy, icy and cold
Poor shovel is too weak and old
To cut through the compacted crust
I give up! The driveway's a bust.


My poor cold car just wants one night in a heated garage.
Yes, is IS another license plate shot.
I DO love license plates :-)
But today, I do NOT love snow :-\

Time Zone Haikus

Now boarding all rows
Fake smiles from attendants
Carry-ons too big

Cram into a seat
A not so tasty napkin
Heads bob, necks stiffen

If only I could
Close my eyes and drift to sleep
What time zone is it?