Hiking The Super Trail On Mt. Wrightson — This image by kenne is of Old Baldy from the Josephine Saddle.
Thinking about a poem I’ll never write.
With gut on wood and hide, and plucking thumb,
Grope and stutter for the words, invent a tune,
In any tongue, this moment one time true
Be wine of blood or rhythm drives it through —
A leap of words to things and there it stops.
— from the poem “A Stone Garden” by Gary Snyder
