Monday, December 07, 2009

Pieces From The Peaks

A lone kayaker, slicing the calm between frost-laden shores.

Haunting calls from a single black V, as it wings its way through the sapphire cold sky.

Groans, whale songs, rumbles and gunshots echo down the valley as the lake ice settles into slumber.

The sun shows itself - the snow sparkles back.

13 comments:

  1. .............the look and sounds of winter. I sware you are in my back yard, without the frozen part. :)

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  2. Thanks Grace and String!
    The beauty that surrounds me is very inspiring.

    I can see you Grace!
    almost...

    xx

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  3. I love it when you wax so poetic! You are truly gifted with words my dear friend... makes me miss the valley all over again, but in that happy sort of way!

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  4. Steph, it's more like a feel...
    Thanks!

    xx

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  5. Very nice Dale. Hopefully all this cold and snow will have you writing stories about gliding down bowls and "bosnia".

    Lesley
    xx

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  6. Thanks, Lesley.
    lol The hill will be open to the summit this weekend, so we hope to be shooting lines through Bosnia!

    xx

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  7. Very lovely words you've strung together, my dear.

    xx
    AM

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  8. That was beautiful Dale ;) gorgeous pic as well

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  9. Thanks Anne-Marie and Destiny.
    The photo is the view from my deck. I took it the other day.

    xx

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  10. Woooooooooooo! Look at the snow! Swoosh! I can hear you now :o)

    Lovely, lovely ... as always. You are so gifted, Dale.

    xo

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  11. Realy lovely Dale. I love the transluscent blue of the sky against the white tops of the mountains.

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