taken, so to speak, on our trip into the mountains last week (put my camera out, then forgot it in the rush of leaving):
ignoring all else
a stickly thin pine
at the river's edge
green bristles
stark against
the rushing grey
in Maligne Canyon
that white spume
from the nearly smooth brown
into the funnel of rock
ages falling away
sun glints
on wind ripples
rain filled lake stretched out
between soaring peaks
Douglas Barbour
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