IN A STATION OF THE METRO

During my Colorado visit I found Ezra Pound's Biography at a used book store [in Denver].
In turn, it made me think of why I keep coming back to this poem:



The apparition of these faces in the crowd ;
Petals on a wet, black bough.



(I haven't [yet] found a way to articulate my conclusions)

New Camp.

4th of July- my favorite holiday, and one of my favorite [simple] hikes of The White Clouds!
Face Painter.
This girl is fun.
Yes, that is a face-painting of Shaquille O'neal (when he played for the Orlando Magic) slam dunking a basketball like no other. This camper was always smiling!
Harry Pottered.
Titus Lake!
Lisa, hiking back from Titus Lake with me!
Here, I jumped the gun too early. So foolish of me.
Becky and Darrin Jones have the best kids.
These are two of my favorite people.
To be a kid.
To build, dig, create, and imagine as a kid!
Here my friend Chris is guarding like Gary Payton when he played for the Seattle SuperSonics!

Show Your [Saw]Teeth Hodia! (Images from past camp experiences).

Play Crack The Sky

I think my roommate Erin is a genuinely brilliant person and friend.

An Epheminist.

The only baggage I ever travel with is carry-on.

In wow, but-

Now, I could use a moment like this:And stay out of the light for a while...