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6 comments:
Kia ora Pete...I love it. For me it represents the places we walk often. We leave a little part ourselves there, and become a tiny part of it. And leaving our foot steps behind, and part of ourselves, we actually become bigger over all. My thoughts anyway. Hope you are well e hoa.
Robb
I love that and agree with Ruahines.......just passing through.
the picture says it all
It is inspiring to see you continue with this creative energy! There is an ethos among some Native American peoples, probably among aboriginals elsewhere, too, about being in Nature without leaving a trace of oneself. This photo touches on that for me. Thanks.
Yet, subtly told. We are not just passing through, we are part of it.
Kia ora Robb. Glad you like it — not surprised, though. You seem to understand the depth and subtlety of these places.
RR, yes, our time in these places is ephemeral, but, as Robb says, when we visit often, some part of ourselves becomes bound to the place.
gz, it says something I needed to say :-)
Barbara, thank you :-) I think if you think of yourself as something not separate from 'Nature', your relationship with places like this changes, and the more you visit, the harder it is to feel separated. That, I think, is why the degradation of these places hurts so much — it's an assault on you, too.
Zhoen — both, I think. I've passed through very many places now, some so often I couldn't even count the number of times, and if those places help make up who I am, I see no reason why I'm not part of them.
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