Up the Mtn #166

 

the sound of field mice ~

gnawing through my insulation ~

in this lonely hut ~

my late night companions ~

scurrying . . . pooping . . . on my roof

Another “Up the Mtn” excerpt #164

Another “Up the Mtn” excerpt #258

sticky tree sap

drying . . . cool breeze

falling . . . autumn begins

Up the Mtn #168

most beautiful death

life epitomized while yielding

drifting cherry blossoms

Up the Mtn excerpt #38

Up the Mtn excerpt #37

Up the Mtn excerpt #33 (one of my favs)

Up the Mtn excerpt#27

Up the Mtn excerpt #26

Up the Mtn #24

Up the Mtn excerpt #19

Up the Mtn excerpt #17

Up the Mtn excerpt #16

Revisiting "Up the Mtn", #237

Revisiting Up the Mtn page 76, poem #219

Revisitng page 62 from Up the Mtn poem #233

A play on the meaning of the word Komorebi.

Revisiting Up the Mtn poem #233, on page 72

       For me this image, these words epitomize my experience, my life in the Pacific Northwest, and in particular in the Willamette National Forest. This particular night , almost the last day of august was to be what the meteorologists were calling a rare blue moon. So I went for a midnight walk and this is what I saw, what I experienced. The moonlight was projecting moonbeams of blown out light, through the trails thick forest canopy. The light blew out the leaves projecting from its dark mossy branches. It was a surreal ethereal experience, one that ended between the time it took me to create this image with my iPhone and attempting to capture it with my dslr camera. No matter, it was still a mesmerizing experience. It was an experience that symbolized for me the changing of seasons. I had started a fire in my wood stove and could feel the temperature drop that night, especially when there was no cloud cover as was the case on this night. It made me feel melancholy thinking about the summer I’d spent here in this forest, this summer, knowing it would soon be time to return to the city, and deal with the ways of life dominated by man once again

Revisiting Up the Mtn #193, page 74

Revisiting Up the Mtn pag 60, poem #235

Revisiting Up the Mtn #111, on page 58