Danny James

Tag: journey to the end of the world

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Glassy skies and frosted everglades.. Candy store lights of Bariloche nights. Clean and present soul, shall I ever see such things again?

Bariloche, Argentina

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.

Danny James in PAtagonia

Somewhere in Patagonia, with Her 2013/2014.

Somewhere in Patagonia, 2013-2014.

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A space of quiet happens joyously to your shoulder like a butterfly and perfectly pulls you from your thoughts. Placed once more to the road you belong, the moment is unnerving, the outlook is grand. You have only to its calling keep this time.

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.

Danny James blog in Patagonia

Danny in Patagonia again

Danny James blog in Patagonia 2

Somewhere in Patagonia, 2013-2014

Somewhere in Patagonia, with friends 2013-2014

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 we had to stop and turn around and suddenly go home our separate ways, lost and alone to spend the rest of our days trudging forward, broken and looking back for each other.

Somewhere in Patagonia 2013-2014

Somewhere in Patagonia, 2013-2014