Tag: Camping

Ghost Story For The Wilderness Impaired

She’s a ghost. I know that. She brushes her fingers along my shoulders and I will look up to find her playing among the trees, pretending to be the wind. She’ll drop a pinecone or a small branch as a reminder. Then, off she…

Birdlike — Elan Mudrow Photography

They were birdlike and referred to their planet as the nest. (Timothy Lake, Oregon, July 2018) via Birdlike — Elan Mudrow Photography

The Ocean Welcomes Me Back

She knows me. Though, I haven’t seen All that she is….. All her anger and angst Frozen at times, treacherous. I know her From the safety of my footing. She can pull me, She pulls me, I am pulled Not by ebb, but by…

Aftereffects Of Fire

Here, where fire once raged Our voice is diminished As if our speech leaves through Lungs weighing only of paper And this trail we have carved To stand next to old giants With charred arms Comes with symbols and words Revealing deepened ruts A…

Salmon River Spring

Cool kiss from the forest Stirs an inner revival Charged by its music Fresh from the source That drums upon rocks. As if my very bones Were strewn underneath The stream of Orpheus Whose rhythms sink Past thirst, deep within My core, my atomic…

Trespassing on the Horizon — Elan Mudrow Photography

Cape Horn, Columbia River Gorge, December 2017 via Trespassing on the Horizon — Elan Mudrow Photography

Verb — Elan Mudrow Photography

Oregon Garden, September 2017 via Verb — Elan Mudrow Photography

Olympic Peninsula Beach–How To Miss A Highway

To get to the beach, we hike Through the smell of pine So thick, we can taste it. The trail is carpeted with needles– We think we’re the first humans To arrive on a new planet. Trees older than Columbus With golden brown skin,…

Bridge Over Troubled Ferns — Elan Mudrow Photography

Oregon Coast Trail, Cape Lookout. August 2017 via Bridge Over Troubled Ferns — Elan Mudrow Photography

Harry’s Ridge

It’s a part time job She sells Pepsi and water Overpriced, in the parking lot “I’ve come here to run.” I want to say, but don’t. What would that mean? She looks at me strangely, anyway I’ve gotten used to that look   I…

Grendel — Elan Mudrow Photography

Pacific Crest Trail, Three Fingered Jack, Oregon. July 2017 via Grendel — Elan Mudrow Photography

Soft Fluorescence — Elan Mudrow Photography

Oregon Coast Trail, Cape Lookout, Oregon. July 21017 via Soft Fluorescence — Elan Mudrow Photography

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