520
Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
- Apollinaire
Shinjuku Gyoen, Japan 2017
Danny James
Category: Travel
July 18, 2017
July 16, 2017
519
Glassy skies and frosted everglades.. Candy store lights of Bariloche nights. Clean and present soul, shall I ever see such things again?
Bariloche, Argentina
July 14, 2017
518
Wield your phenomena, Life. Go on and on for all days. Stay, last. Prolong this is my request.
Japan 2017
July 14, 2017
517: That Time in Gion
Find renewal daily in the ordinary. Reconcile with the risk of correction. Seek astonishment in the world and by that nectar be thriven. Cleverness yields no such nourishment.
Gion, Japan 2017
July 24, 2016
497
I would quit this job in a second for a chance to take photos like this all the time. I would write my girlfriend everyday and call my family from a pay phone
Bane
January 26, 2016
448: Patagonia part 12
You’ll know. When you don’t notice the sunsets behind Her.
January 13, 2016
444: Patagonia part 11
You’re like me… Escaping restraint to the mountains. The madness withdraws here, only peace succeeds.
Torres Del Paine, Patagonia 2013-2014
August 6, 2015
434: Patagonia part 10 (asleep)
You are going to need experiences that startle you. Places that stand you astounded and silent, utterly captivated by all the beauty you never knew were possible until you saw it in that moment. Where the skies are a crisp cold blue like you’ve never felt, and below, the quieted souls of this worlds truant to the hills are drawn for their repairs. People, infrequent as meteorites that light up your night and awaken in you something deep and slumbering that cannot again find favour in rest. They change you so remarkably irrevocably, haunting you forever after, that you begin to prefer to plateau and reminisce on them, than carry on without. You’ll never again catch sight of a flame in the sky quite like it no matter the much you look. You’ll never again be dressed in her sunshine glance.
You are going to again need those long roads going nowhere, into the Arctic domain of some twisted and towering mountain range you only seem to approach or pass and never arrive at. A long enough break amid the wilds to remind you how in vain are all our plans and worries the while.
Somewhere in Patagonia, 2013-2014.
March 9, 2015
419: The passing of time, in the shade of stirring trees
How much blessing here, among this holy mountain expanse and crystal air. Surely could one remain here his days with no troubles gather, abolished of all trial and desire. O Nature, she draws me so soundly, my hopes are with the clouds these grateful days, I cannot resist their charm. I’d enjoy to watch them sail on forever and nothing more. Grant me this one request skies; a heart that is placid, free and attuned, for now and all the time that is remaining to me.
