These are some recent haikus that I wrote with some of my corresponding images.
All of the magic.
Is everywhere around us.
Just open your eyes.
Glaciers and clouds move.
Nature flows purposefully.
Stay in the rhythm.
I come to nature.
To study harmonious sound.
It sings of joy found.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I thought some abstract images from Iceland were fitting for this poem.
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.
Gold lines the hills
Such a treasure to behold
For a short while
Change comes through
Alters our place of comfort
Gives a space to grow
You need not worry
About small things below an
This is the start in a new series I will be doing for my blog. This will help viewers and myself get a better understanding and appreciation of the various elements of the compositions I post. Enjoy!
1. This is the coastal variant of the Subalpine Fir Tree, scientifically known as Abies Lasiocarpa. This tree typically grows to a maximum height in the 60-70 foot range, but has known to grow more than double that in exceptional circumstances. It prefers colder environments with short growing seasons. The cones are typically 2” to 4” long. Due to the short growing seasons, it resultantly grows very slowly; a tree 15 inches in diameter may be up to 175 years old. The tree employs protective mechanisms to survive colder climates. The cell walls become more rigid to prevent ice crystals from breaking the tree’s cells; a waxy coating also works to reduce water loss by evaporation.
2. That is 10,781 ft. Mt. Baker, also named as Koma Kulshan by indigenous people. Mt. Baker, which hosts 13 glaciers, is the second most glaciated mountain behind Mt. Rainier in the Cascade Range ,and the third tallest in the state behind Mt. Rainier and Glacier Peak. Mt. Baker holds the world record set in 1999 for the single largest snowfall accumulation in a single season at 1,140 in. It was first ascended by Edmund Thomas Coleman in 1866, which is how the Coleman Glacier got its name.
3. This is Calluna Vulgaris or more commonly known as Heather. Heather is often found on nutrient- poor acidic soils in areas with cold winters and grows to a height around 3 feet. Its bloom time depends on snow conditions and melt , but it commonly blooms during early to mid July in the cascade range.
4. Snowfields often persist on the ridges of Mt. Baker into August. Some snowfields on the North side of Baker may not melt at all during the season.