Through the woods
in late afternoon in autumn
as the colours
they blindly rush
leads them away
to the hollow
flask of scotch
Originally appeared in “Gorilla Pamphlets”
Some experimenting below. I thought it may be interesting to append to this post. This would be a good exercice à la Beckett to achieve that “detached” vibe in one’s writing.
I did not start the day expecting to hike for an hour or two, but an errand brought me close to a Provincial Park so I popped in. After a long, boring, nothing-to-do kind of day, this excursion totally reinvigorated me. A change of scenery — and some good old nature — does so much good.
I’ve been meaning to stop and take shots of these for a long time. Conditions were just right, so I pulled over and snapped a few pictures.