This is my fall tree shot, taken while stopped at a red light, out the window of my car.
My boy, the middlest one, takes another approach. He goes up through the (always green) trees
to the high, small trees and above.
I see that goat trail with the mountain falling off either side and think, “ugh”. Remind myself that I’m seeing these because the camera is back on my desk and he’s downstairs laughing.
And I won’t think about this.
He follows his own path, this one. Partly terrifies me, and partly makes me admire him even more. He’d disagree probably, but he’s teaching me more than anything to let go, stand back, cross my fingers, and enjoy the view from someone else’s vantage.
Vancouver in the distance.
Across the fog and water to Vancouver Island. Closer by a teensy ferry leaves a snail trail on the water.
And literally looking down into my backyard.
There he is, above the mountains.
Love that mountain goat.