A heavy snowfall overnight in the mountains that rise so abruptly from sealevel. Each face obscured in part by a rising cloud out of hemlock and spruce. Every scene reminds me of a japanese silk painting encouraging a little imagination with the spaces between.
Everythings gone black and white. A week for the leaves to change color and the wind to rip them away. Out in the sound an endless row of white caps blurring on the eye toward the Mountain and around the horn to open sea. Amazing how the fallen snow brings such contour to distant landscapes. Before we had these two-dimensional cliffs of land walling in this port town, and now sweeps plateau and bluff and deep shoots for slide and avalanche.
I was thinking about someone... and it was making me glad again, cos i'd been missing it for a while. At work pulling carts around and stocking a grocery store, went outside to look at the sky. Early morning light coming down, a dark gray turning to pale gray... that was about the extent of it. But down toward the western horizon clouds vacant and light gathering in that open space. This giant frosted crater mountain like Fuji-san aglow and couldn't believe my eyes.
A raven looking down on me from atop the truck. I neared and it remained. I studied its giant beak and puffing feather and finally understood its majesty. After all these years wondering why this large crow held captive the native American: Haida, Tlingit, Tsimshian, Makah, Yupiq...
It takes a while to understand. We need to give it time... sometimes that's the hardest thing to do.
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