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drive

Castle Mountain, firstlight © 2014 Jered Dawnne

Castle Mountain, firstlight © 2014 Jered Dawnne

of life: it is a certain acquiescence to redefinition, an uncertain knowledge of what must change, in order for us to become. the woven world is threaded in minutia, and each one of us is a greater portion than the whole. we measure ourselves by the needs we set aside, by the propensity for impatience to weave those patterns ourselves. but we are measured in truth by the drive we possess to know ourselves within the warp and woof, to colour our threads with the blood of our impetus, and to mingle that colour amongst the threads with which we are woven.

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indefinite appeal

Sleeping Dragon, left panel © 2014 Jered Dawnne

Sleeping Dragon, left panel © 2014 Jered Dawnne

on some nights, it stretches out before your eyes as if there could be nothing else, as if nothing else ever was. you see it in your dreams in intensely colourful monochrome, and upon waking into the desaturated world, it is the most colourful thing you know.

(this is the left-hand panel of “Sleeping Dragon”. the right-hand panel covers the Fairholme Range and Mount Rundle. the pair are sub-portion of a full 180-degree pano which stretches from the Cascade Valley 180 degrees past the southern ridge of Mount Rundle and the Three Sisters. shot from Sulphur Mountain in the Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada. shown here are Cascade Mountain, the city of Banff, the Palliser Range with Mount Aylmer to the rear, the Bow River Valley and Lake Minnewanka.)

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refocused and chromed

The Rundle Line, pointed © 2014 Jered Dawnne

The Rundle Line, pointed © 2014 Jered Dawnne

the things we see, are rarely as they seem; and where we tend to focus, is not always where we might, or even should. sometimes, i retouch a photograph to represent how it feels within my dreams. this is one of those. and yes, once i’ve been to a place and had it imprinted on me, it visits often.

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one frozen precipice

Victorian Precipice, © 2014 Jered Dawnne

Victorian Precipice, © 2014 Jered Dawnne


the golden orb descends
like a memory fastened hard in silence,
whispering that gentle culmination of sound.
the night recalls that wisdom, shattered
across the feeble, thankless wonderings of time.
thus all else ascends the frozen façade of life.
so gently fall the rain, and over me,
and wash the light in moonbeams, flickered by
the eminence of totality and sky,
forever.

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the words are a revised excerpt from “and sky” © 1990 R.J. Dawnne Gee, published 1993, in “the sabre”; this version © 2014 Jered Dawnne

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Enfolded

weather, towering © 2014 Jered Dawnne

a view from Sulphur Mountain, Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada, looking roughly northward.

You fold yourself into a thing, because the enfolding is more significant and meaningful to you than the simple act of being there and participating in it. You move, within and between the trees and mountains for a while, hoping, yearning, needing to be a part of this place, wishing you had come to it sooner, had drawn it into yourself and defined yourself with it, by it, for it. You embrace it for the time you are there, but the time is too short, too involved, too limited, and you know that even when you return in the future, that visit will have the same inherent lack.

Having folded yourself into it, you are no longer merely yourself, and when you leave, some small but powerful portion of it comes away with you, inside of you and surrounding you, transparently opaque within your mind. It is written on the inside of your eyelids every time you dream; it is written on the inside of your mind every time you breathe. It haunts you, and the haunting becomes you.

As you have folded yourself into it, it has wrapped itself inside of you, between and within the folds of flesh and mind, but to say that it has become you is to make it less than it is. You have become a small portion of it, is the thing, and the becoming, then, has a magnetism that is both unavoidable and inescapable.

So, you know one thing: You will stand within it again, and you will walk beneath its eaves and breathe its air and hear its whispers in the leaves and needles, more clearly than you do as you dream each night. And once you have partaken of it again, the enfolding will redefine you.

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