works of wanderlust

Tag: autumn colours

  • Short: Dusting

    The inevitable happened.

    We woke up this morning to the first snow of the season.

    True, it wasn’t much more than a light dusting, bits of white clustered onto the outdoor furniture and holding stubbornly onto the shady places in the still-green grass.

    But it was snow.

    Just a little bit.

    Though enough to signal the end of something, and the start of something else.

    Something a lot chillier.

  • How to Draw; a Poem

    I’ve been doing a lot of sketching and watercolour in my free time. I won’t claim that it’s anything amazing … not yet … but I’m enjoying my newfound hobby and I feel like I’m starting to see the world in one of two ways, things that I could paint or things that I would like to figure out how to paint.

    In the meantime, I had some inspiration for some words, rather than pictures.

    paper
    blank canvas
    rugged fibrous texture
    page coil bound bookish

    pencil
    leaden tipped
    loosely gripped anglar
    shapes hinting forms sketched

    ink
    permanently black
    deliberate lines etched
    images tracing weighty details

    paint
    wetted brush
    hues dappled pigments
    colours bouyant imitating universes

    – bardo

    I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some fiction, poetry, art or prose. Writing a daily blog could easily get repetitive and turn into driveling updates. Instead, Wordy Wednesdays give me a bit of a creative nudge when inspiration strikes.

  • Fall Colours

    During my exhausting trail half marathon this past weekend I may have tired myself out good and proper, but I managed to keep enough mental focus to nab some photos of my adventures through the autumn foliage.

    Of course when one is running an epic wilderness race carrying proper camera equipment is out of the question.

    I did have my smartphone, tho.

    And when opportunity permitted I tugged it from the side pocket of my hydration vest and paused for a moment to nab some photos.

    Enjoy.

  • Equinox

    four hundred and sixty
    meters per second
    tracking a prograde elliptical orbit
    an average of nearly
    one hundred and fifty million kilometers
    around a nuclear fireball
    immense
    seven hundred thousand kilometers wide
    a wet ball of rock
    barely sixty three hundred kilometers thick
    askew on her axis
    twenty-three degrees
    touches a mathematical moment
    briefly marking the progress through
    cold space against
    ever-shifting durations of light upon
    her surface
    nudging atmospheric variations
    triggering biological changes
    bridging annual manipulations
    of air and water and life
    marked by words we simply call
    seasons

    – bardo

    I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some fiction, poetry, art or prose. Writing a daily blog could easily get repetitive and turn into driveling updates. Instead, Wordy Wednesdays give me a bit of a creative nudge when inspiration strikes.

  • Last Day of Summer

    And just like that the leaves turned yellow, the air felt crisper, and another summer drifted into memory.

    In three short months we managed to squeeze in quite a lot of action, particularlly considering that the world was still fairly locked down with this pandemic.

    We visited the mountains for two weeks across two separate trips, completed a modest list of hikes, kayaked on a couple mountain lakes, photographed glaciers, and enjoyed the wilderness.

    We cooked outdoors on our new backyard fire pit, roasting a crazy variety of meats, a garden’s worth of vegetables, and too many marshmallows to count.

    We hosted friends in our backyard, spending lovely afternoons or evenings with (on different occasions) family for elaborate meals, co-workers for beers, friends for campfires, and my running crew for a brithday party.

    We met our neighbours in the park, new friendly relationships spurred on by the magnetic conversation starting magic of a cute puppy who makes pals with anyone and drags me into it at the other end of a leash.

    We ran as I hosted at least a dozen weeks of adventure runs around and just outside the city, encouraging a dozen (give or take) of my running crew to join me in exploring new trails and unfamiliar routes, often with an ice cream or beer at the end of it.

    We enjoyed our own backyard.

    We toured our own city.

    We lived in our space, not always by choice, but making the best of the situation.

    The summer of 2021 ends in a couple short hours and it may not have been perfect, but it certainly was not wasted.