Wild, or Russian Olive (Elaeagnus angustifolius) [ click photo for next . . . ]
highly invasive, Snake River Country
On the road in the American Northwest.
Perhaps poems are simply paths
we make in walking, sometimes,
even when headed the wrong way;
These things—gifts, one picks
up and passes on,
along the way.
A NEW FRIEND
Before I could remember
how to say I was walking,
he leapt out of his car, speaking
perfect English, throwing
my pack in his trunk.
“You can stay with me.
But you’ll need a car, some
cash, and a date, perhaps.”
How could I refuse?
The idea that I must walk
the whole way
went up in a puff of smoke
on the sound of tires
quite used to losing their grip
three or more curves down the road.
(The Italian Alps
from ON PATHS
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print gallery. Above is a set recent images.
I might just mention here, following the ethical principle,
First, do no harm, I never use cars or snowmachines. I
do everything on foot, bike or ski. I think this in a
deep and direct way affects my work, and how I see
the world. So all the photos above were approached
on foot, including all the in between spaces, sometimes
involving journeys of weeks or months.
I would not want to work any other way.
All Photographs & texts by Cliff Crego © 2013 picture-poems.com