I have not updated this blog in a few months and apologize to those who have e-mailed me questions for the slow replies. Summer in the the city is one of the most depressing states of existance a person who loves the great outdoors can find themselves in. The urge to take pictures greatly diminishes as a result as well.
I’m writing this from Colorado where despite the big flooding problem in many areas, the mountains and humbling wilderness can heal all the wounds inflicted by city life.
The intense cold and brief storm I have experienced yesterday at 14,000+ feet felt more real, and certainly more honest than anything I have experienced in civilization in a long time. It has also reminded me of this passage from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage:
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
-George Gordon Byron