Over the years I have had many great wilderness adventures with my good friend Ken McLeod. He is a wonderful photographer/ artist, poet & fishing buddy. Occasionally he will model for my fishing scenes. We have wandered for days off trail, & cross country exploring lakes, creeks and mountains.
Below is an excerpt from a poem he wrote after one of our adventures. Hope you enjoy it!
Grant to me the meadows of the Alpine zone
Near hallowed and scenic mountains dressed white as bone,
With wildflowers swaying in the wind
Columbine, lupine, and paintbrush bloom and then rescind.
Amid the lofty peaks I now fare
With lungs filled of clean, pure, and magic air,
Touched by the awesome beauty and the simplicity of it all,
Makes me humble of a higher handiwork and I feel quite small.
And when I am old with brittle bone
Grant me the strength once more to return to the Alpine zone,
Let me rest here forevermore yet not alone
But surrounded by life where wild and noble beasts roam . . .