"On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points." --Virginia Woolf
Friday, January 04, 2008
Old umbrella carcass Awash in the gutter and left Cold wetness can't rid yourself yet Saved will to spend and memories appear ripe for the taking, without hesitating all on a rainy day
Downed power lines Communication ties Broken and torn in the wind and the storm All bets are off for the time And yet hope for a comfort or warmth like a youth who was lost in the scuffle of thought
And it's dark and the rain doesn't soothe like it should Like a hand you would shake if it wasn't so fake like a treacherous friend or a foe But you laugh in the end and forget and forget All on a rainy day
I am uncommonly mobile; I have circumnavigated the globe eight times, walking amazing distances. Through the South Island of New Zealand to the Southern Alps. From Chile to the Andes in Argentina. Across the Serengeti in Africa. I made 300 ascents of mountains 10,000 ft. tall or more, including the Matterhorn, Mont Blanc, and Kilimanjaro. I traveled alone, aided only by my porters, sketching volcanos and collecting wildflowers along the way.