Tag: Chile

  • 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

  • 448: Patagonia part 12

    You’ll know. When you don’t notice the sunsets behind Her.

  • 413: Patagonia part 9

    We could have stayed out on the fringe and lived, peaceful, prosperous and happy. After a time, none of us wanted to go home again, we all knew what was waiting for us there; a terrifyingly composed and wilfully ordinary existence by compare.

  • 412: Patagonia part 8

    Maybe we are all a series of frayed smiling faces, suspended in photographs of a time we were all together and happy, headed toward the same end of the road we could not imagine, where cannot memories pass or togetherness survive. These were golden times, before the revels dried up and the bitumen ended and […]

  • 395: Patagonia part 7 (thaw)

    After some time abroad, being suddenly home again endures a spectacular dilation. It’s like the sight of the first visiting snowflakes, the falling fascinates like none after. The plain and recognisable circumstances glisten afresh with seemingly new and engaging qualities as everything slowly drifts back into its usual recognisable place, settling into a blanket of […]

  • 391: Patagonia part 6

    I’d not have noticed were it not for Amy calling from the back of the bus, as though we were the only passengers and it wasn’t as late as it was – how the moon was following us along our way, dancing atop of the Andes in the night with no care for what might […]

  • 389: To the light

    A man enters a valley such as this, and at last he is quiet. All of his grandeur immediately and rightly disperses into nothingness. A most natural and healthy state is surely quickened to the light.

  • 348: Patagonia part 5

    We were lucky with the weather, as fine days seemed to follow us mostly everywhere we went. Though it was the middle of Summer, the temperatures were as high as 30 to mid 30’s in Santiago, then dropped to around 4 deg Celsius I think, in Ushuaia. The wind could be quite fierce at times […]

  • 346: Clashing of aims and atoms

    To the mind grateful and content, what is ordinary far exceeds the sensational in radiance and sincerity. The smallest things can catalyse the pivot towards a circuitry of events, a clashing of aims and atoms exciting monumental and irreparable change, flung out across the stars by a mere blink, a breath, and just being.

  • 309: Patagonia part 4

    No matter now in what city I find myself, when a cold wind is such that it penetrates to the marrow, and scatters the rain into a melee of fine mist-fall visible under a street light, I can’t help but peering up at the brume be lulled smiling into memories den; down the burning corridors […]