Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Step by Step, View by View

I haven't got any special religion this morning. My God is the God of Walkers. If you walk hard enough, you probably don't need any other God. ~Bruce Chatwin,

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax -
Of cabbages and kings,
And why the sea is boiling hot,
And whether pigs have wings."

"Pigs with wings," the Walrus said,
"Now there's a clever thought,
I s'pose there might be some around,
But none have yet been caught,
And seeing as they fly about,
I think I know why not.

"Men hunt the flying pigs with bows,
With harpoon, spear and net,
But porcine flight eludes them still,
For none have caught them yet,
Save this one roast upon our plates,
Which I took for a bet."

The Carpenter just helped himself,
To roast pork swiftly speared,
Its juices running clear and hot,
Its crackling crisply seared,
He heaped some bacon on the top,
His cheeks a-stream with tears.

"Such tasty things," he said at length,
"So succulent and sweet,
So nimble on their little wings,
So clumsy on their feet,"
And then set to with knife and fork,
His plate of pork to eat.

"Pigs love to fly," the Walrus sighed,
"To eat their swill they swoop,
Wondrous to see the Tamworth pig,
When it flies loopy-loop,
While Berkshires soar formation style,
In small well-ordered groups.

The sows with piglets in their wake,
I love to watch them soar;
Imperious in his kite-like grace,
Is the majestic boar,"
The Walrus surveyed his empty plate,
And helped himself to more.

He heaped his platter hot and high,
With gammon, ham and bacon,
"To think they flock like garden birds,
A hundred for the taking,"
Then chewed upon that thought awhile,
His jowls and whiskers shaking.

"Now when they say 'upon the hoof,'
They mean upon the wing,"
His friend, too, speared another slice,
"And have you heard them sing?
As sweet as larks or nightingales,
Their porcine voices ring -

But when earthbound they grunt and oink,
And wallow in the slime,
We call them dirty, greedy pigs,
Just filthy common swine,
But on the wing they soar and glide,
And roll and stoop and climb."

All images taken with my camera in beautiful Ashland last weekend while exploring as much as possible on foot.
Poem "Walrus and the Carpenter" by Lewis Carroll

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JMay said...

Such cute pics lady! Very romantic :-)

Anonymous said...

adorable pics!


Kim Axani said...

Gorgeous pics, and love the poem commentary you added.

Alison Kinsey said...

those landscape pictures are stunning Caitlin, i especially love the first one!

Sierra said...

Love how you did this post and you are such a great photographer! Love your nature pictures, so pretty.

Anonymous said...

Gorgeous, poem, pics and couple!