It's a good thing the Universe remembers its state because I sometimes forget where and how things are.

I used to be in shape. Now I'm just a shape. :)

Another fun run on Burnaby Mountain. You're still surprising me :) I'm seeing new junctions and new trails calling. I'll get to you all. 5 hours and about 20 miles. Saw a hummingbird. And a beautiful Aussie.

Wolf ... the only one that can run farther than human.

“Let everything happen to you. Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke

There will be times when you will feel lonely ... even when surrounded by people, activity, nature. Nothing wrong with that feeling. Nothing wrong with you.

Starless ~ King Crimson

Cherry blossoms on our street.

Closer and Closer Apart ~ Mary Chapin Carpenter

I'll remember you. Please don't forget me.

Paradise

Take what you’ve been given and shine. Shine your wonderful light on the world. Welcome back to the top Buggy :) You always make me smile. Thanks for being such a wonderful example for us all. Hope you are doing well.

Forest and Nature Sounds

"gravity penguin eccentric"

It's relatively easy to come up with a quoted sequence of 3 words that doesn't exist in the Googleverse. Put it out there though and eventually Google will find it.

I'm waiting for the day that Siri is used as a witness in a trial.

Thank you Burnaby Mountain! What would I do without you? 4 hours and maybe 15 miles or so. Lots of climbing. A good day.

A river flows because of the landscape and gravity, not because it has a desire and plan to reach the sea.

Arrival

Voice Inside My Head ~ Dixie Chicks

Love Street ~ The Doors

V'ger kicking some Klingon butt

Today I Learned Wolves

The Death Letter Project

The Death Letter Project

A wonderful day on Burnaby Mountain. Only 10 miles or so, but lots of climb.

A pair of beautiful Aussie pups ... just because.

There is a bridge at Hesthavn that crosses Oak Creek. As a stream crossing, the bridge is over-engineered. By a long shot. And leads to just a short loop trail. Paula’s trail. Admittedly, Paula’s trail was supposed to be more than it is now … it isn't. I have always suspected that the bridge is not what it appears to be. I believe it will be built in the future ... not as a spatial bridge connecting the stream banks, but as a temporal one connecting yesterday and tomorrow. I spent several years looking for its control panel without success. Maybe you will have better luck. BTW, there is a bench at the southern extent of Ray’s trail that is great for taking naps when you get tired of looking. If you lay there still enough long enough the deer will come and say hello.

"Louise sees future. Weapon opens time."

#PutYourStickOut

Saskatchewan's Humboldt Broncos.

On The Nature Of Daylight ~ Max Richter

Almost everything in this Universe exists in contrast to what it is not. As night is to day. Happy is to sad. Heads is to tails. The only exception to this is Love, which exists in and of itself.

Once Upon A Time In The West

No CGI. No special effects. No agenda. No sequel/prequel bullshit. Just a great story, with great acting, and an absolutely incredible score. A masterpiece.

Annie's Song ~ John Denver

I know that you will find this. One day. Maybe after I am gone.
I love you so. I cannot wait to meet you.

You brought two too many

"Her attitude when she approaches you is profoundly different than when she contacts us. Her appearance is soft, gentle. Her voice is melodic, pleasing. I do not totally understand the emotion, but it obviously exists. The Companion loves you."
~ Spock to Cochrane

This thing,

that never was.

This thing

that sleeps inside me.

That still sometimes rises.

Still there,

this thing that never was.

Breathing softly.

Gently.

And still sometimes,

sometimes rises.

A song, a word, a smell, a thought.

Awakes.

Alone in cold forest night.

Awakes and searches.

Finding nothing where nothing would be.

Emptiness … asking why.

Emptiness … dark woods’ reply.

Then slowly,

back to sleep on

cool forest floor.

Longing.

Still there.

This thing,

that never was.

Kiira. Just you and me my old friend. Dodging shadows and trees in the dark on Mulkey Ridge. I will always remember. I hope you know how much I love you.