You have to make what you will with what life gives you. I left Alabama to get to a city, one day New York City. Now I will spend my summer in New York State, but in a place copious with road names like “Duck Farm” and long, very long and straight roads. Ha ha ha…ha ha ha.
“Wilderness photographer Galen Rowell spent years, before his 2002 death in a plane crash, trying to capture the transcendent beauty of these mountains that escort the Baltoro down to lower ground. His images startle, but Rowell always felt they failed compared to the experience of simply standing there, dwarfed by the spectacle of what he considered the most beautiful place on earth, a place he dubbed “the throne room of the mountain gods.”
This points how linguistically inadequately equipped I become when trying to describe mountains and the feeling I get when facing them from a peak…
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Bukowski, Charles : escape [from You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense (1986) , Black Sparrow Press ]
the best part was
pulling down the
shades
stuffing the doorbell
with rags
putting the phone
in the
refrigerator
and going to bed
for 3 or 4
days.
and the next best
part
was
nobody ever
missed
me.
