still life…

my pilgrimage to Wells
is a marker of time passing.
the fireweed and delphiniums
brightly painted buildings
scream to be noticed,
but i walk in time to the silence
in the beetle devoured mountainscape.
reflections of time glare back at me.
where are the clouds that shapeshift
and move mountains.
i am standing still
aching for you.

photos & words by Sharlene
August 13th, 2014
Wells, British Columbia
between classes of harp that I teach.
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