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Friday, 30 October 2009

Eldora


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File:Snowbowlaspens.jpg





a valley
of aspens
and wild flowers

with the wind
dithering in them







Snowbowl Aspens (Populus tremuloides): photo by Doug Dolde, 2009

11 comments:

bowiehagan said...

"A great multitude"

TC said...

Is there a difference between 144,000 and Infinity?

bowiehagan said...

wild geese.

Harlequin said...

beautiful; just beautiful.

SarahA said...

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lovely jubbly.
'with the wind
dithering in them' Beautiful, you. I smile.......broadly!

leigh tuplin said...

Less is so definitely more here. I can here them too. Beautiful.

~otto~ said...

The simplicity is beautiful.

bowiehagan said...

at the aurora coffe house

read the book to yourself

TC said...

"The 'all over' feeling that makes of the incidental a never ceasing wonder and spectacle of the spiritual..."

I think the wind not unlike the rest of us tends to dither a bit when it is in a small snit over something, but the 144,000 aspen leaves of Revelation would definitely have a calming influence.

Eldora is indeed a strange little place, pop. 170, elevation above 10,000 feet, way up at the top of the Front Range and some winter days and nights spent in a cabin there, long ago, were weirdly unearthly, deep blue snow and crystalline ice formations and the sky lit up with a trillion stars plus one or two exploding propane tanks every so often, which of course, as the natives explained with admirable nonchalance, were actually spaceships heading to and from their bases deep in the shafts of abandoned mines.

aditya said...

Beautiful Tom.

Pretty good times you must've had up there at Eldora. Solitude ..hmm. I like it.

TC said...

Aditya,

Well, you dwell in the high mountains from what I gather, so you know there are mysteries and strangenesses in with the interesting solitudes of such places, where brushes with the unknown and/or incomprehensible can become almost routine. You know how it is with long ago places -- well, maybe, fortunately, you don't just yet. Anyway in this case the place seems a great deal more appealing to me from a distance of time and space and impossibility than it probably did when I was there in the middle of it and perhaps for one foolish or anxious reason or another, being a typical human, not very well able to fully appreciate its beauty. (Well, I do remember some bits quite vividly: the vast depths of the sky, the enormous silence, the deep cold!)