trout's proud prow, mar 2014
sunrise playing on the teacher columns and the broken ones across the Deschutes. cattle waiting for the day while nipping tender sprigs of the desert's early spring grasses with their tongues--no doubt delighting in the wetness of the sweet morning mist. in my natural state I am peaceful, waking early mornings at the crag to write and spend the sunrise hours in quiet observation of the phenomena of light. the sun speeds to catch every flank of eastward facing alluvial velvet.
I prostrated in stillness all night to the feet of my favorite hunk of rock knowing I have business here and, this time at least, it does not have to do with the movement of crack climbing.