fond memories..for me..:)
its great how you have used the visuals to accentuate the words xx
Although I enjoyed the metaphor i'm wondering what the contamination literally stems from? That's scary!
That looks like a ton of fun! I loved your poetic captions.Kat
I am distracted from the poem by the beautiful child..another form of poetryLinda
Robert, not fond memories of contaminated places, I hope! :)Lisa, thanks! The pictures came first; the words sort of flowed after, lazily.WiaW, yeah I wonder that, too. This spot is at the bottom of the clay cliffs in the industrial area in Whitehorse, right in town. There is a lot of old garbage in the woods there, things like that old truck. The rain and runoff from the snow forms a stream running out of this area. The stream runs behind the humane society shelter, where a lot of people take the shelter dogs to walk, and they paddle in and drink from the stream. I wonder what is in that water?Kat, thanks! Yes fun, though we bush-whacked for quite a distance through waist-deep snow to photograph the knocked-over sign by the fence. Snowshoes! Want snowshoes!!Linda, :) :)
You don't have snowshoes? I would have thought they would be a prerequisite for existing up there.Kat
Sweet - perfect with the photos.
A veritable enchantment of words found here -I have enjoyed my visit very much. Your work is fascinating.
Beautiful post. I love the pictures! The magic of childhood:)"Secret places torn from the fabric of snow" :) Love that line
Ursie, the beautiful Gypsy girl with the old soul tells me there is hope for this world :)...
Kat, terrible eh? What kind of Canadian am I?Karen, thanks! K., it's great to see you here. Welcome.Faith, thanks-- it is the first thing I thought of when I saw the picture. Nomad Mike, where are you a-wandering to? Yeah, there is hope in the children!
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