I see! The two swimmers, heads bobbing way out there beyond the buoys

Varley solid after a bottle of red
with gaggle of glowing students
striving for direction and inspiration about how to go beyond~ what is the level above?
when human and nature,
face and landscape, portrait
and treatment are lost ~
all forgotten in the sublime asymmetry

Vanderpant and his photos showing more than
just the realness – tell the story beyond the moment –
the river doesn’t stop after the shutter closes
where did the rivers without end begin?

Look closely across the inlet
and you can see where to wander to find the first drops of melting cascading over lichen and rock,
filters through alpine moss & gravel into a ravine, the
gullies collect the raw material
to begin the rivers which continue to flow until they find their end

Now, blackberries grow where Frederick sat
Jericho now leisure-time activities
weddings for international industrialists
sandy for blue-haired lounger – leathery from routine
silhouette of grey and green, Cypress to Seymour
divots for Capilano and Lynn
the horseshoe toes slipping into the sound
that only clears for the sky

Island and headlands
fjords and freshers
lighthouses & old growth anoint the end of land
give away to the space in between
higher now they climb
wooden pioneers drifted into the concrete and glass
cantilevered over cliffs – craning
to see whats directly ahead.

The veranda hosted parties
fraternized student faculty
late conversations with wine
moving rugged frontier forms and
vocabularies of culture
not contrived, not crafted
but not wrestled,
– coaxed from the confluence of river, sea and land

Sit with your tools
where were you when no one was here
but beachcombers and
outliers and occasional picnicers
the ferries would carry you from Jericho to Ambleside, forays and for day of weekend holiday respite

How the tree became logs and people grow into the land and emerged after exploration and surrender – well affected