Karma’s Payment
“Gift Shop” – The Tragically Hip
July 17th:
past forest and flowers
we wander through a world of grey and green,
looking for a place to happen.
and in the distance between
the deepest pools, we search
the riffles, runs, the subtle seams.
remarking on the apathy of weather.
traveling along well worn trails,
until well worn trails,
turn into wilderness untethered.
“y’know i haven’t much to give.
no great wealth or wisdom or wit.
all i’ve really got is this.
sure i can lend you the tools,
show you a few tricks,
point to a few spots on the map
but mostly i’ll give you something to look
into instead of just at.
and if you’re lucky it will
linger long after that.
it’ll invade your dreams
become your weakness.
a mystery to be studied
until it gives up its secrets,
and the lure of what lies
beyond every next bend
and a river will never
be only water again.”
but i don’t say any of this,
we just walk the bank,
drink beers, talk shit
and catch fish.
“…a river will never
be only water again.”
Razor. Nice. I hate high guardrails on highway bridges. Thanks for the content. Can I come fish with you?
“I brake on bridges” should be my bumper sticker.
I’d love nothing more than to show you around Tom, truly. Let me know if you ever get a hankering to head north (and west).
Beautiful photos and a great peice or writing.
Thanks for the kind words.
the peetso returns. good stuff, brother
thanks, fella.
Very excellent and, as always, inspiring.
Thanks brother. Truly.
“It’ll invade your dreams”
Been away for a time
enjoy reading your posts
Nice that I found your site here
Great pics’ nice read’ mellow vibe
Peetso has an old soul
Glad I dropped on by
Cheers
Pedorro
Thank you for the kind words. Truly.
Hope all is well with you and yours.