Pages Menu
TwitterFacebook
Categories Menu

Posted by on Aug 9, 2016 in Diary, Featured, Travel | 0 comments

Into the wilds by canoe

Into the wilds by canoe

16Jul28-intotheblue copy

I

Paul Bunyanesque

 

Infinite sky cascading into myriad singular horizons.

Endless shoreline

One mighty river that gathers its tributaries

To adventure through narrows

All of their voluminous flows

Accustomed to slopping around big basins,

Tumble helter skelter into a narrow channel

As a riotous chaos of water rushing

Through the tumult of cliffs and rocks and fallen trees.

2o5II

And again it spills into giant lake basins

Dotted with forested islands and rocky outcrops

 

So desolate this boreal forest

Especially the scars of fires recent and distant

Skinny grey ghosts hover pointlessly

Trapped in purgatory

Immobile in the moving organic landscape

Waiting for decay to complete itself

And begin anew.

JaU5q

II
River, river, river and rock

n9PJ5

Rock the forest green

Dark gnarled spruce

Entertain emerald green poplar, silver birch


Blue lake and rocky shore, indeed

The meaning becomes crystal clear

Like the water in lakes where the

Precious pickerel presides and

Grass and the reeds sway in northern breeze

Languid in a watery bed.

grandmothersbay-reeds

III

 

IzwVw

As we glide

 

The horizon curves under the pressure

Of elements meeting

Our canoes cut through profound expanse

u1UL9

Vigilant forest observes without compassion

Vast sky offers no respite

From rain or sun or wind.

1hfe1

We are sitting ducks

Bobbing between water and sky

Pelicans swoop suddenly

To prey on abundant fish

Carrying the squirming creatures off in their

Clumsy looking, but efficient beaks

Dragon flies flit

Boasting hues of blue luminescent

Peacock

c57j3

 

And the loons

Soulful call resonates in bruised dusk

Reverberates over water surface amplified

Vibrating through me laying on a still-warm rock

Feeling the heat of day penetrate my back

The cool evening plants kisses on my cheek

The breathless calm

Connecting me with the essence of this moment.

LfCOi

 

Take me. I’m yours.

sZBIO

IV

Outside twenty-four seven

1or2b

I partake of full-on northern summer

Sleeping in a tent

Waking up in a tent

Cooking over a fire

Eating around the fire

Sitting on the ground

Paddling

Portaging

Brushing teeth, taking a poo

Bathing, lounging and drinking.

D1rpj

The north takes me outside

Of myself

And provokes me with its rigour

Thwarts me with its vigour

Bitch slaps me with its big hairy northern paw

ER5q4

Ooogh

Get that leech off me!

 

I know I will never be a northerner

But I can buy the birch bark berry basket.

And I will return once more.


eED78

 

MM5Gn

 

Full-size photos at: http://photos.ageorg.ca/Intothewildcanoe/