Saturday, January 30, 2010

there are no pews more suitable for prayer
than naked river rock or exposed cliff ledge

no votary impulse more satisfied than at mountaintop
or at the base of inexorable whitewater
under big bossy cumuli

the whole body seems tempted toward campfire
as it does toward sunshine

breathing such living air
your skin is summoned to drink
the fine atmospheric champagne that on its own
comes to its knees
by earthy drunkenness or faith

faith in the wildness of life
in the sturdy storm enduring tree
and the white stamen of shooting star
that has been
abhorrently commandeered
by creation

Saturday, January 23, 2010

For The Love Of A River.

When winter lacquers lakes and river tops, attacks breath and nose as it always does here in New England, when no bow can breach the white glass of January, we go along the waist, the feminine neck of what we would otherwise paddle, merely for our eyes to fondle the aching ice moaning under it's own weight, shrieking and shattering like a crystal chime on a windy day.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Camping Alongside The Pemi

the Pemigewasset River

photos by rick beaty