(photo, dylan allread; A statue of Theodore Roosevelt overlooking the harbor in Oslo, Norway. I was surprised to run into him in Oslo, then again he did win the The Nobel Peace Prize back in 1906. I could live with the view.)
Monthly Archives: October 2009
Take, take, take the mountain
Take, take, take the mountain spring
Another take, the mountain spring
Take, take, take the mountain
Take, take, take the mountain spring
The falls are cool, the falls are soft
The leaves are lost
Flowers have hidden
They’re all gone
We fall all the more
The colors have faded from red to orange
Navy blue, light to white
Winter’s in full bloom
Let’s follow the snow stream
To the mountain spring
Let’s freeze and fall in
Fall down to the mountain spring
Melt away as statues in the steam
Let’s float our way to the mountain spring
After last night’s waist deep
Snowfall
It wasn’t a dream
Waterfalls turned to ice
Mountains were whiter
Whiter than the earlier salt
Bouncing from the trucks
Melting away the damage
Of an icy rain
Let’s meet at the top
Avoid the mile line
Where time escapes
We’ll catch up at the base
I’m on full go
The sun shines down
On the views
Of the breathe-taking peaks
And canopies
Of snow covered trees
The cold air moves
Life is a breeze
The feeling of dreams
Like seeing land
After an escapade on the sea
Searching for the shore
Let’s follow the snow stream
To the mountain spring
Let’s freeze and fall in
Fall down to the mountain spring
Melt away as statues in the steam
Let’s float our way to the mountain spring
Coat of white, gloves of ice
I found you buried
Like you were clothed
By the clouds
My beard, your hair were caked
From the face powder shots
The snow was falling
And blowing peaceful with might
The mountain, the snow
Flowing like a stream
The mountain spring
I want to stay for the night
Let’s follow the snow stream
To the mountain spring
Let’s freeze and fall in
Fall down to the mountain spring
Melt away as statues in the steam
Let’s float our way to the mountain spring
Let’s follow the snow stream
To the mountain spring
Let’s freeze and fall in
Fall down to the mountain spring
Melt away as statues in the steam
Let’s float our way to the mountain spring
We skied with deer
Atop the snow that enclosed
The den where the bears sleep
From late fall until the spring
What a ride down to the mountain spring
On that steep, deep powder day
(photos, dylan allread; I landed in Oslo after a rough full night flight from Newark, NJ; First Class on Continental Airlines. Well twenty minutes of the flight was bumpy from turbulence, but I enjoyed the other nine hours of fine dining finished off with an any-way-you-want it sundae, watching movies, and sleeping fully laid out. Initially I was on my own and I would meet my buddy in Copenhagen after a four day adventure in Oslo, Bergen, and other small towns of Norway. It’s funny when i go on these trips, I fly the best and then live almost homeless while over in the country. I wouldn’t have it any other way though, because I like the excitement of having to find a hostel, train, station, or airport to sleep in. AND so much more can get accomplished when doing it this way; it almost seems like I am able to push pause on the clock, turning eight days into sixteen. After a full day of Oslo culture immersion, wandering the streets, conversing with people, tasting the foods and the drinks, hearing the tunes, etc., I found a hostel to stay only a ten minute walk from the train station. There I made friends with a student from Poland who was there on Holiday. We went out to get a beer and see some sites, including the Opera House. On our trip back we ran into what is pictured here. A back alley field where the youth of Norway rock out to the early hours of the morning. The graffiti caught our attention, and as we walked closer we noticed the “monster puppet” and the “saucer.” It was a different scene and we were only bummed that we were not there to witness it in LIVE action.)
Green looks good mixed with the red
The Rangers are leaving for pizza
Just a 24 hour drive until Christmas
Oh oh oh I oh oh oh I oh
I can’t wait to see out of the eye
Blue skies above wavy hills
Green and blue, a complimented hue
Complicated, covered in uncharted trees
Oh oh oh I oh oh oh I oh
Further north, the people are getting
Crazy and rambunctious
Crazy and rambunctious
Oh oh oh I oh oh oh I oh
All afternoon I’m after you
I’m staying after, times going fast
I’ll be home in time for supper
Oh oh oh I oh oh oh I oh
No don’t go
Who knows other than
The one who goes?
Swim practice, I dove right in
And treaded in a trance
Raved until weeknight hours
Songs don’t go on
The radio’s dead
Long hair is gone
And there’s a sign
Just to be a sign
Inked in pen
Explode it and run for a chance
At a temporary cadence
Explode it and nourish in patience
Oh oh oh I oh oh oh I oh
All afternoon I’m after you
I’m staying after, times going fast
I’ll be home in time for supper
Oh oh oh I oh oh oh I oh
No don’t go
Lines mix, insight
The junction doesn’t go
I’m leaving for the night
Don’t you wonder what sits behind the hedgerows?
Next to the sidewalk cracks
We’ve all fallen in
I’m leaving for the night
To where grass grows by the feet
I can’t see below your shoulder
A frameless start, the full hearted truth
In the front row, a pasture I was seen
Right where it started
The lanterns haven’t flickered
The lanterns haven’t enthused
Oh oh oh I oh oh oh I oh
Oh oh oh I oh oh oh I oh
The seasons follow the truth
Oh oh oh I oh oh oh I oh
Oh oh oh I oh oh oh I oh
The seasons follow the truth
(photo, dylan allread)
(photo, dylan allread; taken in bergen, norway in a back alley just to the northeast of the fish market. i enjoyed walking through down the narrow cobblestone streets and this wooden platform alleyway)
(photo dylan allread; on my last day in bergen, norway I decided to take a hike to the top of a ridge. I couldn’t read many of the norwegian signs but just kept on going. I think it said the vertical elevation was 500 meters and from the length of the trip it seemed about 10 – 15 kilometers. It wasn’t raining when I started but when I was close to the top wind, fog and rain rolled in. I picked up the pace and reached the end of the trail just in time to see nothing but fog. I can only imagine the views on a clear day, although it does rain a significant number of days in bergen. I took this photo on the hike, and even with the wind, rain and fog it was a wonderful day)
(photo dylan allread; This man, from Bergen, Norway, is in his mid-80′s. He uses his bicycle as a “walker” in which he descends from his home a few miles into town and then treks back up daily. The vertical change, home to town, is probably about 300 meters. Pretty good for a young 80-some year old)
(dylan allread)
i was searching the web looking for what disc my buddy should ask for from his mom for columbus day and I found the band, too hot for tv. he told his mom but he’ll probably end up unwrapping the newest 311 cd. Obvious, she got him 311′s self titled disc for columbus day back in 1995!
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