BEYOND THE VEIL
No, this photograph.
No, this moment of fog lifting from Jackson Lake, Grand Tetons…
Clouds, and mist, and rising steam,
and sharp, dare I say it, jagged peaks…
grey, and greyer, and black.
Framed and captured on my wall, inviting me to stare, to search for things initially unseen,
Like when I lived in Georgetown; countless hours spent focused on Guanella Pass anticipating a deer, or porcupine, or screeing hawk, or Jason, come to kill.
It tricks me, as I stand here with the front door open to the chill air I would expect to feel were I there.
It tricks me into thinking the wind outside is blowing these fixed clouds down, out of the hills, across the wide valley, shredding the veil of knowing.
just now as I welcome to my home a magnificent, expertly framed photo “Beyond the Veil” taken by Matt Timmermeyer of a place now on my bucket list, already in my soul…