Saturday, July 23, 2011

Saturday commute xxxiii: doux de montagne ii

Between the droning shore and
the roiling, clashing rapids,
a rock affords a fulcrum of


  1. no such escape in my mountain rapids.very disappointing.

  2. I know what that disappointment can mean, and couldn't comment. However, a fulcrum between these entities can be many things; one writes only from a differently endowed pool of them. It could be family, it could be avoiding the hypothesis in the first place, it could (famously) be an i-Pod strapped to one's wading arm .. the Divine Eradicator of all experience. It could be a gorgeous trout. :)