broken

the glass is already broken

shards scattered everywhere,

the words, already spoken,

frozen in the air.

the heart is already broken,

tears have been shed,

the future is the past.

we're already dead.

bring a tent

these are random photos, in no particular chronological order, of various mountains, hikes,  climbs, and other stuff that's been happening in the last few months.
every hike, every climb, brings new insights, new astoundments (my word, not webster's), new openings. how's it going to end?

wind and hail, clouds and rain.

waiting for the next climb.

my next home.

yeah, try sitting in padmasana in hiking boots!

our most recent climb, old woman mountain. we're related, don't you know?

mt. wilson, az.  coming down from the summit, at dusk, on the night of the full moon.

full moon, full heart.

brings a new meaning to support.

yep. bring a tent.

thank you, xkcd.com
http://xkcd.com/120/

i don't know how it will end. i'm not there yet.