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Flowers Film and Floods
Flowers Film and FloodsThe Mesa Verde plateau, a sunny day, a girlfriend, a camping van, a camera -- and fields of wildflowers. The perfect day, the perfect place, and the perfect vacation. While Susan sat in the van reading and enjoying herself, I ran happily around the fields with my macro lens, taking pictures of all the different flowers. I had my pocket guide and my photo log with the will to annotate every single photograph. In the matter of a morning, I amassed several hundred Kodachrome frames of blossoms, leaves, seed pods, and even insect inhabitants. The day turned into a hot one, b...
Watermark
I began my walk across the Atlantic Ocean in the city of Natal and headed east-northeast in hopes that one day I would reach the shores of Sierra Leone. Years of walking on rivers have not prepared me for the uneven swell and three-meter waves. My thighs and calves burn at the end of each day and I colwww.onedoor.cclapse on the surface, laying limp like kelp. A modified snorkel keeps water out of my mouth when I sleep and a scuba mask prevents saltwater from splashing in my eyes.On the first day, a westerly wind pelted the back of my neck with gritty sand from the coastal dunes, pushing my pace faster than ...
The Doomed Crew
The doomed crew drifted down Slave River in their rotten York boat. They had given up on paddling. Fatigue, strain, and hunger had ripped all layers of thought so that only the roaring of the river and the cries of the pelicans filled their heads. Most of the original crew, the rejects of the Hudson Bay Company, had died from sickness or attacks. Four of them remained, including the Husky, who was covered in dirt and had patches of hair missing, exposing the pink, damaged skin. Halfy—a nickname he hated—stood at the front of the boat, the pointed bow going up to his chest. He stared down the r...
The Seasons
Winter Prince~Black feathers flutter aroundIn a fury of darkness and cold windThey form into the Winter PrinceHand clenched on his sword that's strapped to his sideThe Winter Prince goes to see the King~People stay out of his wayFor rumor goes around even to this daySaying that the Winter PrinceAnd his sour mood has come again~But nobody knows who he truly isFor the Winter Prince in his wake, is never moodyWhen his Season comes aroundHe's at his brightest and most at easeThe Winter Prince strides past the peopleLike a rolling wave from the seas~Some people can't seem to look away from himFor h...