India, 1990 Puri, Odisha, India. インド オリッサ州 プリー サンタナロッジ Photography by Michitaka Kurata

Credit: Sylas Boesten

Wyoming & Utah

Long exposure in the mountains.  On the lake at the base of the Grand Tetons at blue hour, and lakeside in the summits of north Utah.  

Sometimes, the weight of the world can be too much to bear, and the noise of our daily lives drowns out the music of our souls. In these moments, the call of the wild becomes irresistible. The forest becomes our sanctuary, the mountains our therapists, and the rivers our guides to inner peace. Let the beauty of nature wash away the stress and rejuvenate your spirit. So, grab your hiking boots and let's lose ourselves in the magic of nature, exploring hidden trails and discovering the tranquil sanctuaries that await. Embrace the journey, find solace in the solitude, and let the healing power of the great outdoors restore your mental health. Because sometimes, all we need is a little bit of nature to bring us back to ourselves.

chaos.&.the.calm

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met up with a friend a few nights back over some games. usual catch-up until talks about past nomadic lifestyle came up, then life. then beer. im not usually the type who picks up talk about life. brain can handle small talks, blabs about poorly thought ideas, and mindlessly stupid and fun drunken conversations. that's the usual extent of it. so, this was a curve ball.

its ironic how sometimes life tells you what you need to hear, not through another person, but yourself. your unsolicited advice ends up convincing, not the the other party, but yourself.

the calm talks about life, himalayas, india etc do stir something inside. something chaotic. the type that leaves you restless and pondering even after a few nights, even when the conversations long ended. it put things in perspective though. sort of a gentle nudge, a good reminder.

Going for a long walk. 🌳 tip | patreon

Me voy a ir. No se trata de ti. Se trata de mí, de una deuda que tengo con la felicidad. De una promesa que le hice a mi inseguro adolescente y a mi joven soñador. Me voy a ir, estoy harto de muchas cosas. De no poder ser yo, de callar lo que siento, de fingir la sonrisa en lugares donde no encajo con gente que no me despierta el más mínimo sentido de interés. Me quiero ir y caminar, caminar mucho hasta que me duelan los pies y no preocuparme por regresar o mirar el reloj. Divagar con la música y los libros y pretender renunciar a esta dimensión por un buen tiempo. Me voy a ir. No se trata de ti. Tengo curiosidad del mundo y de lo que puedo ser yo en un lugar que no conozco. Yo no sé si conozco la felicidad, pero la paz de estar sin deuda conmigo mismo siempre fue la más alegre de mis anfitrionas. No me esperes, no me idealices, no tengas expectativas de mí; ya renuncié a todo eso.

Instructivo para irse

Quetzal Noah

Man, Karl Haskel with backpack   -   Mikael Kihlman, 2019.

Finnish, b. 1953-

Lithography, 35 x 27 cm

Scapism.

Blue Hour x Eastern Europe

Jerusalem, Israel