Sunday, March 6, 2011

Duck Feet

Snow shoes today.  Big wide feet of an Oregon Duck.  I started on skis, carrying snowshoes in my pack, but the trail would likely become too steep for skis.  The repaired ski boots worked perfectly, and I was happy to have beaten another modern scene and avoided change.  Eventually, the terrain turned steep, and nobody had broken trail.  I left the skis behind a tree, to retrieve on return, and continued on snowshoes to Marilyn Lakes.

If a person goes through what I’ve been through to visit quiet snowy woods, she ought to learn something. All the stuff I gather, just to get through.  Paraphernalia for lost and desperate souls?  What did I learn? 

Sensual curves of eight-foot deep snow
What do they hide?


Snowshoe tracks

Heads will roll
I feel it coming
Mine will soon roll

Shadows on snow-covered Marilyn Lake


  1. I was wondering the same thing today, while I was sipping wine and washing the kitchen floor. What has Sharon learned on this trip, how is she doing? I understand the urge to go away explore, a step away from the everyday, into another everyday often, and yet the white palette of the new, especially SO white, is inspiring and the best gift of travel is perspective. I hope you find those walks enriching and enlivening, and you have even found your head, though I see ... it is precarious! I will be happy to have you back, who else will go along with me on my own crazy little expeditions??? I think I am fortunate to have sweet Rick with me when I travel, actually WHY I can travel on my big expeditions..., you bravely spread your webbed feet alone along without even a trail, but you'll be back and clinking glasses soon with us, I am glad to realize!

  2. Sharon,

    I wish I can do what you do just once in my life. But even if you teach me, and I do one adventurous nature thing, I probably complain about cold weather and uphill and everything. You're not only smiling doing it, but making an art and poetry along the way.

    I just really enjoy your photos and all the arrangements on this blog. I envy you and your words.

  3. Thanks to two K's for komments of appreciation and koncern. It’s nice to know that you were thinking of me while sipping wine and washing the floor; and I do hope I was not the cause of your switching containers. At least the other K wishes she can do what I do at least once in her life. I think you both enjoy the pictures and some of my thoughts while romping in the dark north woods, but only one would actually go if she could. I expect no more from those who read, only some responsive feedback, and that you have both given. We do not have to do each other’s adventures to go with them. We go as far as we can or want to and then fly with birds in our minds. It’s just that this duck seems to need the height of mountains and white of desert to get the gist of what others do from afar.

    So what have I learned? Yes, my walks have been “enriching and enlivening,” and I have even found my head or a stick, about to topple. If I had a sweet Rick, my jaunts would be different. I can change you know, settle down, and will someday have to. But for now, these wild places excite me, and I’ll probably not be able to keep my feet out of them.

    But I’ll be “back and clinking glasses soon with you,” and enjoying it all the more for having come here.

  4. Yay, looking forward to welcoming you home, Sharon, I'm getting some extra Poets Row!

  5. I love this group of photos. There is something about photographs that don't just capture what is there, they find the hidden art, poem, sculpture. You've managed to achieve this throughout your journey. I quote Kathabela as the most quotable quote of the day:

    "the best gift of travel is perspective"

    It's like having an expandable wallet of time. Travel gives us distance (as time does) and enables us to perceive in ways we wouldn't normally be able to. So it can give perspective on what is behind well as what is right in front.