uit de oude doos

along the Iceline Trail, Canadian Rockies, Yoho National Park
september 2002

(analoge foto, ingescand)

some of my favourite destinations

Olympic National Park, Vancouver Island, Coastal Mountains BC, 

the city of Vancouver (guess who's going there this summer)

picture from the earth observatory

hebron, labrador

solitude (3)

Words are a net;
Feeling, the water escapes through the meshes
I fish for silence.

-Ronald Duncan, 1961 (no 27 from The Solitudes)-

torngats sunset

strandvondst (3)

weed & stone

the rain

picture: Mark Ballerini

The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a cold and freezing rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains. It came by the pound and the ton, it hacked at the boat and cut the water like scissors and shaved the waves and molted the icebergs. It shrank men's hands into the hands of wrinkled apes; it rained a solid glassy rain, and it never stopped.

Adapted from The Long Rain by Ray Bradbury, 1951

feather & stone

solitude (1)

To the lake of my aloneness
No river flows
I am contained by mountains of my making.
Without wave I wait, wanting; but no heron
comes and no swan goes.
The day delivers its indifferent glances;
Night passes, merely pausing to adjust
an artificial rose.
I hold nothing but reflections;
I wake to my own shallows, I sleep soundly
without repose.
Will no appled boy paddle in me?
Has no one a boat to float on me?
Must I quench my thirst, drink myself up
and drown?

-Ronald Duncan, 1961 (no 3 from The Solitudes)-