Weekend in Jasper
We are back from the Jasper Park Lodge. This was Lac Beauvert being mirror to the mountains. Here are some other stills. The air was very clear as we moved through the Obed heights. The Hinton Eye. A roadside traffic sign blinked Sharp Shoulders at the instant Andy Maize sang My shoulder still burns... My shoulder does still burn. Shelagh drove there and back. Approaching Jasper is a joy in any season. We kept asking ourselves this time if we were just imagining the sky was brighter. It seemed vision went farther. The air was brilliant. The bar at the lodge. Two pints of Village Blonde. I looked for shapes in whatever the term is for the beer residue inside the glass. I saw a coyote nosing a buffalo skull. What does this mean? Fur remained fashionable. This was a pic of the watery mountains and trees and moon flipped to appear to be the things and not the reflections. We stayed put. We didn't hike. We didn't walk. We ...