Archive for the ‘Travel’ Category
Plitvice National Park, Croatia
“So in this idea, then, everybody is fundamentally the ultimate reality,
the deep down basic whatever there is—and you are all that.
Only you’re pretending you’re not.”
While I love nature shows, there are unfortunately a lot of poorly made ones (sometimes melodramatically narrated, or artificially sensational, or just downright boring).
This is not one of them. This series highlights just how wild certain spaces in these parks still are. Highly recommend for nature lovers.
Chills. When the earth disappeared, I actually felt a bit scared, as if I were lost at sea. Later, when I read “and back to our home,” I actually felt homesick, and was looking forward to the journey, very much.
"Take some more coffee," I said. "Good. Coffee is good for you. It's the caffeine in it. Caffeine, we are here. Caffeine puts a man on her horse and a woman in his grave. You know what's the trouble with you? You're an expatriate. One of the worst type. Haven't you heard that? Nobody that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth printing. Not even in the newspapers." He drank the coffee. "You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafes." "It sounds like a swell life," I said. ~Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises
Another wonderful mini-series about this miraculous planet: this time focusing on how humanity has upset the balance, and how humanity might save it. I so admire the inspiring leaders in this effort; such great minds, big hearts and brave souls.
Check out the National Geographic Photo Contest 2013. Awesome.
“Do not suffer from loneliness. Go outside. Go away. It’s all the people making you lonely.
Pick a spot on the horizon and head straight for it. Weave your way through a stand of redwoods. Kayak an island chain. Peer over your toes at the edge of a canyon. Go to your favorite place. Again, and again.
This is what you need to do. Not just because it fuels your independence. But because it reminds you you’re a part of something bigger. And although it may not occur to the baffled onlookers who can’t take their eyes off your smiling mud-covered wired-up insane self, it will occur to you:
You’re not the one who’s lonely.”
Of all the money that e’er I had
I’ve spent it in good company
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all.
~from “The Parting Glass”
a traditional folk song from Ireland and Scotland
(Ed Sheeran sings an exquisite version)