Archive for August 2017
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Billy watched the valley, and the clouds staggered their passage first on the western mountains and then caught again on the eastern ridge. In between was a space of very blue sky, and the clouds were lit from behind by the western sun that fell away as the world spun on axis in the other…
Read MoreKill Your Darlings
Much of what I do these days reminds that I’m drawing closer to the last time I’ll do these things. Our move from the Bow Valley is drawing in. We’ve started packing our things, and yesterday we received the building permit and submitted all of our paperwork to the bank for financing. On Monday the…
Read MoreThe Pull of the World
Before the alarm howls the morning is on their room through the blinds, lines of it against the closet door and into the bathroom. There are doves in the trees cooing, wringing night out of their feathers. Elk move through the park across the street and their wet fur steams in the earliest bits of…
Read MoreBuild Anchors
The image with this entry is of a #12 Black Diamond Stopper. This particular stopper, after blowing out two pieces above it, was the piece of gear that arrested my fall from the crux of Cat’s Tail at Mount Nemo. The crux is at the top of a 25 meter climb, so I came close…
Read MoreBeginning Again
The more I stop to think about things, the more I realize that most of what I’ve figured out, I’ve known all along. I read once that the most important tool for a writer to use frequently is writing. That much seems obvious, right? But most of us that aren’t in the career of writing…
Read MoreOf Worlds
At the risk of arrogance, I’ll say that I am the soul of this valley. I am the very fabric of being here. There are others more involved on human levels, but I am the essence of what this place is and when I move, I will be the soul of that place too. There…
Read MoreGetting on With It, Bike Culture
I was reminded tonight that in much of what we do, there’s a threshold past which discomfort can be shattered. I was tired after work and almost called off my ride. Changing into my kit my body already felt heavy, but I looked out the window at the darkening sky carrying its threat of rain…
Read MoreGood Will
I wonder how far you can get on good will and spiritual need. People are tied to the land on which they live. If you’re in a city and surrounded by concrete and steel (you poor bastards), there’s a certain element to that. If you can thrive in that element, that clinical, right-angled and structured…
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