Out In The Open

There is nothing better than reading in the great outdoors, even if it is just a park in the centre of a city or a cemetery in a small forgotten town.  It is the swaying of the branches overhead, the lapping of the water against the sandbank, the rustle of the leaves next to my ear, the invisible wave of the wind on my shoulder, the chill of an autumn day going up my spine, or it is the heat of a summer’s afternoon that cause me to perspire, that makes me feel physically connected to the landscape of where I am at that moment, at that time.

All in all the ever-changing outdoor world is a beautiful environment in which to become enveloped by novels and travel books.  For me it makes me feel as if I am taking part in the piece of writing that I am reading, the coldness of the winter morn draws me closer to the humanity that is expressed by the written word.  There is no other media quite like a good simple book, humble in its origin but irreplaceable by its loss.

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The awesome outdoors. Photograph by the author using a Pentax S1a camera and black and white film. If re-used please give credit.

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Way Out Here, Way Out There

Definitely gonna keep him with me, as many people have, it’s pretty incredible seeing the impact that he has had from somebody that wasn’t trying at all, on his own and how inspiring it was.  It’s also interesting seeing who designates him as foolhardy…and they call him insane, but sometimes I think what people consider normal that, that could be insane.

– Eddie Vedder on Christopher McCandless, and the inspiration he draws from Christopher’s life.

It’s hard sometimes not to think about what I could be doing right now if I did not have this body, or had taken this or that particular track in life instead of the one I am currently on.  Where could I be?  Who could I be with?  Where could I be sleeping?  I sometimes dream of the wild, of nature, the sea of tree trunks spreading to all horizons and the sound of trickling water.  It is a dream sure, it is a dream but the only prison, I think, is me.  It can be hard to be true to yourself when you have to break those familial and friendly bonds, the rusty chains that are lined with such love.

In the meantime we have this beautiful music: