Friday, April 03, 2009

Turns



into the fall line
maybe
but it
becomes
the simplest
of things
oh
survival
into the deeps
faced with having to
turn
into the fall
line
oh
against everthing thing we know
and enjoy it
turn again
into the fall
line
and back again



9 comments:

  1. Great pic Dale, and I like the poem too..it sounds more serious than the photo suggests, but very true of the thrill of the slopes.

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  2. Val, this came after an exhausting afternoon of coaxing four children down from the summit through almost two miles of deep heavy snow. It was tough slogging and every turn was an effort.

    We arrived at the base late... but we made it.
    Smiles intact.

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  3. er... the snow wasn't two miles deep...

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  4. I've had enough of snow for this winter...
    :)

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  5. Hi Dale, yes I did see the snow flakes! They add to the feeling of action and vibrancy in your photo! I also love the details you see when enlarging. It's as if these tiny pics come alive ;-)

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  6. wonderful photo. poem is....the ski dance? like it!

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  7. Nice prose! Love it. That would be me *literally* during the pathetic attempts at skiing ... "into the fall line" and falling, and falling, and falling. ha!

    Somewhere in the not too distant past, I think I missed wishing you a happy birthday, Dale ... I know you are Aquarius, but I fear that I don't remember the month and date. Sorry. Hope it was a happy one.

    xo Tink

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