The Great Experience

The more time that goes by the more I realize that my list of dream experiences will far exceed my time left. This realization could lead to anxiety and scrambling for the next immediate experience to add to my list. But this is never the road to peace of mind; it is more of the path that leads one to missing the forest through the trees; for the experience is that which is lost when we’re narrowly chasing experiences. Alternatively, there is a path that seeks to take in more of the surroundings and expand how one experiences in order to enliven even the simplest of journeys. For we may be limited to the amount of experiences we can have, but our capacity to experience is ever expanding.

When we take time to notice and engage the senses, the world begins to come alive. I like to think of the world as an onion where the more in tune we are the more we begin to peel back another layer to the complexity. The more the senses are engaged ,the richer the story starts to come; which is why a few fleeting moments listening to the wind through the trees or seeing big waves crash against the rock have the ability to stay with someone longer than a more extravagant vacation seen through the lens of a busy mind. Everything is a great big story, and there are great pages and sentences that we miss when we keep seeking the next chapter.

Tapping into a richer experience starts with gratitude. The eyes of gratitude accept and appreciate any moment. And it is when we’re in this state that the moments reveal their true gifts to us. Living by the senses is something we lost as a culture when we no longer relied upon them for our survival. One that is responsible for their own food and shelter has to be acutely aware of their environment in order to ensure their survival. Living through the senses is a lost art that we need to relearn, but life will become much more rich if we work to employ these traits more fully again.

Since experiences are ultimately limited, crafting the art of being resourceful and maximize how one experiences will lead to a more vibrant story whichever plot structure and setting is to come our way.


autumn shine

More Haikus

These are some recent haikus that I wrote with some of my corresponding images.

Rainier Storm Web

All of the magic.

Is everywhere around us.

Just open your eyes.


Glaciers and clouds move.

Nature flows purposefully.

Stay in the rhythm.

Alpine Tarn

I come to nature.

To study harmonious sound.

It sings of joy found.

Escape to the Alpine Lakes

There’s something that is always enjoyable and anticipated about making camp and spending a few days in a place. It’s a brief dose of getting back to nature’s time; I would like to consider it one foot in modern time and one foot in nature’s time. Out here one truly gets a sense of just how separate humans have conditioned themselves from the mechanics of everything else.
While the societal machine chugs on, fleeting is the recognition that nature still does and always has maintained the same pulse irrespective of what we have deemed important. Our actions can certainly stifle nature’s flow, but the flow still moves and seeks to carry out its predictable function.

I get great enjoyment from immersing myself for a few days in these natural settings. The only thing that prevents me from doing it more often, is my relative dislike of packing/preparing for these adventures. I have favored day trips mostly due to this reason. But when things do align and I am able to make a backpacking trip happen it always creates some lasting memories.

I will summarize my recent trip with some images and corresponding prose.

Moody Alpine Lakes

Moody Tanks

The clouds created a thick blanket all day; cooling the lowlands and pulling the deep greens from the foliage. Rain fell on the devil’s club acting like cymbals reverberating the individual drops.As each leaf is pulled down by the weight as if in slow motion. The thick cloud cover began to part as it was scattered by some swift winds. Small dashes of light illuminated the hillsides and splashes of pink fell from the waves of clouds. The clouds flowed in a circular motion around Otter Lake and the adjacent mountains as a brief clearing in the clouds lead to the extensive western horizon. A larger band of clouds was ushered in as we greeted nightfall above the lakes.

josh 2

The clouds were more sparse the following day and created interesting patterns in conjunction with the wind. Much of the day was spent marveling at the variety of shapes that would be painted on this deep blue canvas in front of us.The clouds reflected in the cerulean tones of the water My friend Josh was formally a photographer, but has since parted ways with the art to achieve more simplicity in his life. Equipped with a much lighter pack than me and a great John Muir book, I can certainly say there are admirable aspects to his approach, but for me I have signed the contract with photography and am committed to this art and all the weight it entails. Josh is seen enjoying some modern comforts while amid contemplation in front of some glorious sights.

Valley Light

I felt the urge to roam a bit more during the day. I thought it would be nice to move about without the pack weighing me down, so I moved on without my camera gear. I kept moving beyond false clearing after false clearing until a scramble across a talus field and a hop over a 60 foot hole between the rocks finally afforded a view of the valley. The painterly light illuminated the valley filled up my mind and planted the seed for the urge to photograph it. Being ever the persistent one, I climbed back up the hill in the hot sun to attain my gear and hoofed it back to the same spot. I loved the way the peaks scaled from the floor of evergreens; making these large trees seem like little dots in the valley. This valley brings a strong change in the landscape and geology from just a mile back. What was mostly granitic boulder fields, transitions to a deep green valley and floral meadows; It is a startling transition.  Perhaps not the strongest image from the trip, it does weigh heavy in sentimental value and embodies my persistence to capture a certain image.

.Tank Twilight Webs

There’s something about a moonless night in the mountains. The stars are in seen in their full glory as they do their celestial dances. The activity of the day dwindles into a darkened hush with the exception of a faint passing wind. The stars are a limitless ceiling filling the tired eyes with wonder as sleep washes over.

Tank Lakes Sunrise

It’s difficult to get myself stirring when the air is cold and the dawn light is dim. I don’t see many sunrises, so I am thankful when I do get to witness this variety of light in the mountains. Morning light always carries a clarity and warmth I can appreciate. Clouds filled the sky on this morning as the air rolling over the peaks condensed into wonderful shapes. I like how these streams of air mimic that of water; one section passes yet a similar shape is created in its place.

The Mountain of Dreams

I add all my hopes and desires to this mountain of dreams.
In the lowest valleys this mountain watches over me.
It battles sever pressure and intense storms.
But it always stays true to form.
I look over at this mountain to spark the life within me.
And through a lot of effort, I climb up it excitedly.
I may not have all the equipment to reach the summit on this stay.
But perhaps I will easily rest on this pinnacle another day.

In the Shadow of the Mountain

A Ripple on the Massive Wave

Just a ripple on the massive wave.

Just a branch on an endless tree.

Just a pebble in this grand mountain.

Just a note in this great melody.

Just a turn on the endless spiral.

A microscopic piece when seen macroscopically.

Just a layer to this complex fabric.

The whole expressing itself individually.

mossy labyrinth liquid bruar

I thought some abstract images from Iceland were fitting for this poem.

Random short poems set to recent imagery.

This great light

that will illuminate the rest of your days.

Is only a cloud parting away.


All of my steps up mountains.
All of the toil of these preluding acts.
Are justified by a mountain scene at its most stunning;
By a perfect encore.


More Haikus!

Gold lines the hills

Such a treasure to behold

For a short while

Cutthroat Pass

Change comes through

Alters our place of comfort

Gives a space to grow

When the Day turns to Night

You need not worry

About small things below an

Infinite sky

Endless Stars


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