There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Alpine Loop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alpine Loop. Show all posts

22 October 2014

Assaulting the visual senses

Bugs find an end to their short life as they splat on the windshield of my car. No matter as I squirt washer fluid, smear the little carcasses everywhere, and continue driving onward.

It's the colour of the leaves against mighty mountain peaks that have my full attention here.
In between hiking previously unexplored trails and picnicking in open meadows, my arm is outstretched to see the open road from a new perspective.

Many say that too much is shared on Social Media, that we humans demean life by capturing every little event.

I offer a different viewpoint. I see the world in new light, where technology lets us share this earth in wonderful and unique ways. We can then express what we see to others.

It is up to us what we view, and how we perceive it. Today I offer a visual assault of passing through Fall colours in a whirlwind, white aspen trees lined up like thousands of skinny soldiers on a battlefield with the commandeering mountaintops as their General.
Being photobombed by a noisy squirrel





13 October 2014

The Alpine Loop

It was only 9am on a Friday, yet I was already exasperated. Perhaps my short temper came through in the multitude of emails, as the next thing I know the boss tells all of us that we are getting Monday off. Regardless of the reason why, I'll certainly take a three day weekend and enjoy Columbus Day.

With perfect October Utah weather, I head back to one of my favorite places at this time of year, Utah's Alpine Loop.
A fresh dusting of snow is on the peaks, a starkly amazing contrast to the changing leaves. In another lifetime, I used to bring my young girlfriend's son, only a toddler, up here along with her older son and daughter. We would pile up leaves and they would happily run through the pile as I'd take pictures.
The girl and I were lovers in a dangerous time. We would listen to the Barenaked Ladies repeatedly, smile affectionately at each other, lay on the couch in each other's arms as the children would quietly play.

As the months went by, she would work the weekends as I would entertain the children by hiking up in these mountains. I would bring the roll of film to the store afterwards to be developed. One hour later, we held our memories in our hands.

Yet the relationship was turning blue, much like the Corrs song.
Near the end, we sat on opposite ends of the couch. The playful sounds of the children were no longer to be heard. The music was ending.

All good things must end, as they say. It was time that we slowed down for awhile. Like Everclear.

Good thing for the mountains and my memories, which remind me of both the great and the ugly.