Tag: mountains
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Gondolas strung like giant Christmas lights
The gondolas are small boxes, brightly colored, roped together like Christmas lights rising with stoic determination up the white snow dressed hill. They sway up and down the mountain from 8 – 6pm most days. Sometimes later. And never rest. They wait for us at the top of the carpark. Though obviously sturdy, the gondolas…
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Surrounded
The mountains stand like sentinels. We are surrounded on all sides. Brooding recalcitrant structures with stone towers for guards. Looking down on this little town. Blocking the way out. As a child of the sea and the plains it is hard not to feel surrounded. Captured by these vast behemoths. When I first went to…
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Dog in Snow
I am late in posting. So my words will be few. I know some of you are off to bed soon while some of you are having your morning coffee. And Miss C is late! We drove past Banff and into the ski fields and took a gondola up into Sunshine Village to the ski fields there. The…
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Back to the Country
Travelling back from Portland to Chicago I found myself in a melancholy mood. My voice packed away with my makeup. My city face dissolving back into relief. Dragging my bag like a heavy weary dog with leaden feet on a short leash. Bumping at my ankles – shambling along behind me. I loved standing in front…
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The Hills are Alive
I don’t think it is the mountains intention to make us feel small. The mountain just sits within his height and watches. I think it is us little humans who see our smallness … reflected in a mountains unrelenting gaze. A reminder for us. To nod our woolly heads and say thank you to the…
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