Along the Box Canyon Trail,
in some places even creating a waterfall.
Or at least falling water.
6 August 2008
A tradition at our house in the days after Christmas, at least most years, involves viewing Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy.
It makes for a long day. It makes for a fun day that involves – marveling at the cinematography, deepening an appreciation of the artistic accomplishment, anticipating favorite lines, giving thanks for friends as good as Frodo’s, wishing for a birthday party like Bilbo’s (at the age of 111), renewing a desire to visit New Zealand, and more.
Today the marathon began. It will fill the day.
Which way to Mordor?
See you along the Trail.
This one has posted before. I have tried to avoid repeats, but it continues to intrigue me. It grew outside of Tumbleweed where Tricia and I were staying this past summer. What struck me then and what has remains with me is how much this one plant – not there by design but simply because of its tenacity – reveals. I wrote the following last summer and repost it here.
a thistle grows in the yard,
a sturdy, prickly weed.
its green and purple hues
a simple mystery:
life to be,
triangle of eternity.
16 July 2011 (date of picture)
Ghost Ranch, New Mexico (location where poem was written)