Some landscapes whisper, others whip by in a blur. While biking the Bow Valley Parkway earlier this year, I was speeding down a long steep hill when this small poem began.

This film took the span of a year to make, but it was really two very short creative bursts with a long hiatus in the middle. The poem was written the first time I went to the Bow Valley Parkway, but then, the next year when the Bow Valley Parkway opened up again, that was when I actually decided to make this poem into a film.