Les Petits Pommes.

January 3, 2017

 

 

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Every once in a good long while I meet someone that I feel that I’ll know for the rest of my life.

Last spring, while hiking on a remote trail in Yosemite National Park, I had the good fortune of meeting two such people in one fell swoop; Mathilde Treille, and Alexandre Milan, an amazing young couple from Lyon, France.

After several hours of chatting while huffing and puffing, we reached the summit, exchanged info, promised to stay in touch, and then went our separate ways.

They’re on a journey of a lifetime, traveling in a camper that they built themselves, on the chassis of an old Toyota Land Cruiser.

Inside, they have a bed, a little kitchen, and a shower.┬áIt’s super cosy, and it’s all they need.

After shipping it to Sydney, Nova Scotia, they spent a year exploring Canada and the States, and now they’re on their way to the far reaches of Patagonia for another year, or two, of extreme adventure.

Astonishingly, we did keep in touch, and met up again many months later in Joshua Tree, where we once again hiked together, swapped tales, and laughed. Their simple way of life inspires me. I love how self sufficient they are, and how everything they need is in their little mobile home. It’s a disciplined life of few possessions. Minimalism to it’s core. Yet they’re two of the happiest people that I’ve ever met. They’re fantastic!

 

“The journey, not the arrival, matters.” – T.S. Eliot

 

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Walking Through Fog.

November 17, 2016

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Dawn is my favorite time of day.

Here in the Catskills, during the late days of summer, in the wee hours, we get radiation fog filling up our valleys, especially when we’ve had a clear night.

I like to wake up around 5:00am, grab my camera, and walk.

I walk through the fog, take a few pics, and meditate.

Ever so slowly, as I put one foot in front of the other, I let my surroundings reveal themselves to me. No morning is ever the same, and I always see new things. It’s always an adventure, and it’s always magical.

Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been fascinated by how fog can completely transform the prosaic and familiar into something mysterious and exotic. My driveway, a road that I’ve driven and walked countless times, becomes suddenly a haunted and surreal place that completely transforms my perspective. The old becomes new and the new becomes fresh.

Walking through fog is one of life’s great pleasures, don’t you think?

Isn’t it great to be alive?

 

“It’s not the clear sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.”

– Joseph Conrad

 

 

 

 

 

 

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