We’re all waiting down here-
waiting for the spectacular show
to rage on, to capture us
in the awe of its performance.
And in that speckled mirror,
we’re all waiting for
something different.
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When does it start getting strange?
The strange creeps in on us and
at times we don’t know what to
say. But I say let it creep upon us
and let our inhibitions die,
and let our inclinations cease,
and let us change
and let us change.
For strange is only strange to
those who feel strange feeling
new, for those who feel weird
when everything’s different.
I feel great. I’m a stranger now.
There are howls and cries coming in through the windows here
and all I can think about is home,
out there where even in the mountains crawling and
in the night sky flying, up above our earth,
silence is the noise of our home.
All good things come to an end, but may they pick up where they left off further down the road.
Lake Tahoe from Northstar. This place is excellent. Vividly experiencing my future here in the Great West.
Time out here truly doesn’t exist. It’s noon and we’ve been skiing for eternity, but we’ll ski for an eternity longer, this is what we’re made for.
Northstar. Terrain is so rugged and the weather is magnificent. If only I had a means to get 7D photos/videos up.
