I never get tired of looking at the wilderness through your eyes.
I think I must have been a mountain goat in a previous life, because I’ve got more books on wilderness living and mountain climbing (including dvds on Everest and Denali) that any normal city-dwelling armchair traveller could possibly imagine.
Thanks Vicki! I love what I see out there and also love to share it. I’m glad that you like it too.
When a child I read a lot about the wild country from the perspective of the Indians, and as I grew older the more sense their ideas made. For the last 20 years or so I have just enjoyed the outdoors and the wild areas so much that I feel much more at home there than I do in the world called “civilization”. I have a deep love for the mountains and forests that have felt little or none of the development or “management” of man, and I was born without a shred of herd instinct. We live in a magnificent world: I hope we will be able to keep a balance between what is essential for our survival and happiness and what is vital for the continued health of our planet. I will always attempt to see and share its beauty.
As anyone with a healthy hunting instinct, I’m always peeking through trees. That brought out this view and I liked the result. It’s typical of so many scenes one sees while moving through the forests. I’m glad that you liked it!
Your photo is absolutely gorgeous. You are always so capable of capturing that feeling that you are standing there in the photo, breathing in and out, and taking it all in, absolutely enjoying every minute.
Thanks Charlie! That’s the beauty of having a camera always at the ready. I hardly ever compose a photo, just try to capture an image of what I see that appeals to me. Then through the photo, someone else can get at least much of the feeling that I had when I took it. I wish it were possible to convey the other senses and thoughts that go along with it though! There are so many other things!
I like that blue sky and the hint of something just through the trees reminds me of how the pulse quickens a bit when you’re out there and you get a glimpe of something that you know is going to be really amazing. If there isn’t a path you’ll make one, just to see it!
Exactly! That happens so many times. It’s always best to take your time and check out those things. One of my favorite pastimes is to follow deer or elk trails and just drift through the forest as they do. There are reasons for their trails and it’s exciting to follow and find out where they go and why.
I do that too. They often know the best way to follow a stream, so I follow them. Yesterday a game trail let me walk through a low wet area without getting my feet wet. Must be they don’t like wet feet any more than we do.
I just learned this week that the word “window” comes from the Arabic for “wind’s eye”. At first I couldn’t believe it – I suppose because my Latin classes left fenestra in my mind. But “wind’s eye” seems to be accurate, and I just love it. That’s one of the beauties of your photos. Just as you have here, you give us a “window” through which to see your world. Looking at that mountain through the trees certainly evokes that feeling. And just to push the analogy a bit farther, your eye and the wind have at least this in common: they travel where they will!
I like the concept of “wind’s eye” and feel very comfortable with it. I see the current Americanized description includes glass and a frame. I distinctly remember discussing that with one of my high school instructors in about 1955 and the precise definition then did not include the glass and the frame. I welcome “wind’s eye”!
The window that you have described is precisely what I have in mind when I post photos. A photo is a scene limited in scope by having only two dimensions and the capability of the technology that I have at my disposal. At present it is the best I can do and I mean to display it with the message “voila!”.
Forty-some years ago my sister and I both ended up living in Arizona, and we hoped to have our parents move there to be near us. It almost happened, but my Dad finally said “I’d love to, but I cannot bring myself to ever leave these mountains.” We understood.