To reach the tower it took five hundred steps which wound the mountain in the shape of a cobra, curled under its den of sky. We laughed, we dreamed, we counted stars. We hopped the galaxies and rode the comets, kicking dandelion seeds toward the moon. In the summer the tower rose with the grace …
Above the Cloud of Mountains
From a long series I’ve been working on for some time that examines the quiet points of life when all we can do is avoid the rush of cars with a quick swerve of the foot. Photo taken up on Middleton Mountain in Coldstream, British Columbia, Canada.