It’s been a while since I’ve felt the crisp winter air of the South-West pour itself across my fidgeting body and into my lungs that seem to be getting more and more tired. Perhaps being out in the wild is more than a luxury; perhaps it’s a desire, or something closer to a necessity. Personally, I think there is a gentle gust of ‘magic’ that happens when you’re out there – you know?
There is something quietly spectacular about your feet pressing against a cold, damp ground; or running your fingers along tree bark, playing present’s harp. What about trying to do headstands on the beach and eating sand as afternoon snack? Tastes better than you think. Monotonous living seems like a dreadful thing in comparison (although I know it isn’t).
I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to figure out how to write this entry – but man, oh man, it is always so hard trying to word concepts and experiences that are transcendental and abstract by nature.
So, forgive me for my shortcomings in giving you a precise description of this trip. I think not being able to properly describe these ‘magical’ things that happen to us is in fact, a good thing. It reminds us of how meagre we humans (including our language) actually are, ha! How on earth do you perfectly describe music’s impact, or accurately explain the effect that a gloomy sky or a summer’s teal ocean has on you? In instances like these, the impossibility of giving meaning becomes extraordinaire and unashamedly beautiful
– That is how I felt upon waking up in a forest before the sun had come about. It was still dark and the pines were somber figures being enveloped by the deep, dense fog that moved about in utter silence. I could have sworn I heard a Joe Hisaishi tune fluttering in the far away forest, but it may have just been my imagination. Actually, before you scroll down to the photos, why don’t you put on First Love by Joe Hisaishi? Maybe it will better express my experience. I also want to include a quote as an introduction to my images:
“make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty”
~ Jon Krakauer, Into The Wild
Yes, Jon, I feel you.
I hope these pre-dawn captures of foggy landscapes and sleeping pines resonate with the idea of a calm passion for adventure.