Another lovely morning and another traipse through a nearby ravine, checking out the flora and fauna (as well as a few protists, dirt and water).
Reflections on things we cannot control
(Respectively, photos taken in Toronto; Hope, BC; New York City; China Beach, BC; Chilliwack, BC; Volcan Arenal, Costa Rica; and Montezuma, Costa Rica)
She stands in the yard,
the centre of her universe,
an observer of her time and place.
Barren arms reach into the air,
fingers scratching at the sky,
grasping at the breeze.
She stands alone.
Her skin is deep ebon,
in stark contrast to the piles
of snow at her feet.
Once, it was smooth
but now bears the deep
crenellations and scars
of her many years.
The pliancy and suppleness of youth
have been replaced with the
inflexibility and roughness of maturity.
Her age has brought many visions,
scenes of an over-full life
flooding her existence.
She has seen the passing
of innumerable families
in her neighbourhood;
The birth of children
who have played in her yard,
enjoying the welcome
of her open arms.
Children who develop
and change their surroundings,
having children of their own,
growing old and passing on.
Yet, she outlives them all.
She will live forever.
For her, the years are minutes,
decades but hours.
Who knew, those many years ago,
when that small grey squirrel
prepared his forage for winter,
that such beauty would surface
from the cold, damp earth
pressing down upon her infant self;
to shade her yard in summer;
to return fertility in the Fall with humus
from her dead and dying leaves.
She is the immortal,
timeless and carefree.
(One of the autumn immortals from Toronto’s High Park.)
There is something amazing about the serenity of a lush forest. Even as you follow a trail through the woods with other tourists, I find everyone takes a slightly more hushed tone, as though in reverence to what is around them.
Here are some woodsy photos I took on my trip to British Columbia.
The variegation of the light and shadows, and the richness of the undergrowth take me to a place before time. (China Beach, BC)
On the shoulders of giants grows the next generation. (Shannon Falls, BC)
A carpet of green warms the forest floor. (Brandywine Falls, BC)
Where did that elephant suddenly come from, leaping from the mountainside beneath the moss. (Brandywine Falls, BC)
And some images express irreverence…I believe the tree on the far left is the men’s. (Chilliwack Lake, BC)