Tag: mountains

  • 448: Patagonia part 12

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

  • 444: Patagonia part 11

    You’re like me… Escaping restraint to the mountains. The madness withdraws here, only peace succeeds.

  • 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.

  • 383

    I could leave Earth and soar the open sky for the rest of my days. Hurl toward the brink untroubled, drifting home on a stream. I could circle the clouds for eternity, calm, free and satisfied. Pause to bathe in the cold suns magnificence, and drink the breeze of heavens sighs. But I could not […]

  • 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 […]

  • 294: An imperfect system

    Can it not be said, that only he can meet calm and relief who is storm-worn and standing and who has not stumbled thus his respiring? Who has allowed his balance to find him by at last keeping still though else nothing is, and having flung to the gusts for the valley below his charge […]

  • 120: Storyboard

    Sunday came as Sundays do, with utile retrospectives of the week that was, breaking dawn over the yawning consciousness. These early ended days and seasonal moods seem no longer parallel with my evolved pursuits and may after all prove the last debris of habitual civilities being to a better advantage left as I go to […]

  • 119: Wet the day

    ”Ye province of revolutions lure; preserving heights where ecstasy brews, Of relic agreements furious homecoming, riding hymns of deep-set change, Savage and sweeping the entire. Instincts bowed to primal charms palpable loom.” As though with impatience pregnant at the oppression, the sun rushed from a corner early and determined, finding differently few or none with […]

  • 115: Gone

    Abaft a brooding climb, finally we mount the firmament, which suspends our dot with an affable keep and steadies our careen down the Tasman, settling ahead the finest conditions for flight have I ever encountered. The ocean and upper-wide parapet are an indivisible frontier of immaculate cobalt, that, were it not for one vivid and […]