A Few Things on My Office Desk
How About A Hike
Why do people hike? Is it simply a holdover from our wanderings when we were hunting and gathering? After all, humans and prehumans didn’t exactly have mass transit. Walking was a necessity. If a tribe wanted to relocate to greener pastures, there was only one way to do it.
Even if part of our desire to walk the Earth is hardwired, there’s also the obvious — the beauty of Mother Nature. There’s a simplicity in putting everything needed to live on the back and walking into the woods to commune with the surroundings.
Image shot on Minolta SRT101 with Kodak 100 TMax black & white film
The Roar
You will never forget the clap from a T-storm formed only a couple miles away. My entire body filled with adrenaline, fear, anxiety, total alertness. It is a sound that cuts straight to the center of your chest, an emotional reaction that feels today the same way it must have felt to humans thousands of years ago.
Like No Place Else On Earth
As I got into my car to leave, I was planning how to come back.
It has been two weeks and I still can't forget the moment I dip my finger into that crystal clear water in the crater lake.
I try to go back to this place in my memory when I lay in bed awake early in the morning. I try to remember the colors of the sky, the limpid of the water, the sounds of nature and vastness of view. I try to remember that all that is good is all that ever was.
The photographs are all that remain of my fading memories now.
Crater Lake National Park is one the national parks located in Oregon. It protects the deepest lake in the United States.
The Legend Continues
When I touch the steering wheel, I'm immediately obsessed with the vehicle. I stay in the seat, listen to the engine, start dreaming a travel back in time...
“Ever since the Beetle reached American roads in 1949, this curious, delightful car has made over 30 million friends. In the process, it’s become a cultural icon.”
A Connection to the Past
Among the recent collections, there are a few dry plates. They are nothing more than a pile of glass until you hold them up under the sun... I was enchanted with the image appeared.
I start to imagine who those people are, how their lives were like, where the pictures were taken and the stories behind the photographs...
