On my way to my day job I spotted this snow capped mountain. In spite of my fuss old man winter persists. Since Old Man Winter wanted another portrait I obliged him once again. (Hopefully he’ll be satisfied enough to leave this time.)
As I sat in my warm pickup truck along the Kanawha River looking up at the mountain my mind brought up the poem Samuel Taylor Coleridge‘s Kubla Kahn and I wondered if one were to take the trek up to the peak if he would find the entrance to Xanadu. Can you hear the dulcimer and the song of Mount Abora? Do want to explore the caves of ice? But alas, responsibly calls and there’s little time for adventure today. I snapped a few shots and head down river to my day job. Perhaps they’ll serve honeydew for lunch and I’ll still feel like an adventure when I clock out.
It looks like a great place to explore, although I’m sure I would be afraid of any potential icicles falling on me in the caves!
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That’s an issue in real life! The caves of Ice I mentioned here are from a poem that was written in 1700s. I consider it one of earliest American Sci Fi fantasy works.
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1700s is a long way back! I can’t imagine as Sci Fi Fantasy work from that time period especially from the US. Greece, yes, US, no.
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The link in the article should take you to Wikipedia.
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“Sweet” mountain lol
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