Category Archives: athletics

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Moose Loop, Jasper


I continue to share winter memories. These photos are from the Moose Loop snowshoe trail near Jasper, Alberta. It was a quiet afternoon with pristine snow. The trail was well travelled but you can see from the photo of me by the large rock what happens when you stray off trail. I sunk to my thighs even with the snowshoes! We chose to hike the trail counter clockwise and were rewarded with the final couple of kilometers being along a lake with stunning mountain views. The scenery reminded me of Robert Frost’s poem, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening (1923). Here is the final stanza of that poem:

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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Spring? Skiing

MaryFernie
With spring reluctant to arrive we decided to enjoy abundant snow at Fernie, BC. A cornice on the mountaintop behind me looked very much like a huge, dollop of whipped cream or a gigantic white chocolate Hershey kiss 🙂
Snow conditions were great for skiing. What a fun way to spend time with friends!

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Crossing

BWC1 (personal photo)

water flows smooth
beneath an ivory bridge
toward foreign shores
I strive to make it across
in a single leap to you

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Hometown Team

BWB8 (personal photo)

the hometown team
returns to a media blizzard
an icy reception
but underneath it all
little hands clamor for attention

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Shifting Gears

cyclists

(internet photo)

I spin down a pathway
pedals whirl to keep up
to spend time together
close the gap
that isolates our hearts

tires roll past multi-color expressions
laughter, chatter, music, silence
I dodge crashing apprehension
scrape muddled rumination
from the gear shift of our relationship

my knees bend
pump, push, genuflect
bow to the journey
the adventure
the unknown
bow to discovery
as I learn
what makes your gears turn smoothly
and what makes them grind

bow to anticipation
riding uncharted paths
where we create our own ruts
where blisters reveal our soft spots
where together we go the distance

fix each other’s flat tires
and deflated egos
quench each other’s thirst
push each other
back to the beginning
where the gap first cracked
and we couldn’t see
where the ride would lead us.

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Tai Chi Papa

Tai-Chi-Meditation-Form

(internet photo)
Tai Chi papa
unfolds on a riverbank.
Black pants, brown jacket
weathered limbs beneath,
naked grace flows smooth.
River remains calm,
city rush
stalls.
Ancient art
soothes nerves
with raw deliberation.