A Poem
I bought three anthologies of Rudyard Kipling’s works before I found The Explorer printed in one. I had grown up hearing my dad quote it as one of the many poems he has memorized, and it had always struck a chord with me.
The Explorer
“There’s no sense in going further –it’s the edge of cultivation,”
So they said, and I believed it –broke my land and sowed my crop–
Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station
Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop.
Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated –so:
“Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges–
Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!” read more…
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Photos and Art
I’m a self-taught photographer and when my vision started affecting my ability to take portraits, I needed an outlet for my creative drive. I asked for paints for my birthday in 2017, and loved how much I could do with acrylic paint. In 2019 I picked up watercolor as a way to release stress during hospital stays.
