There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label 2016. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2016. Show all posts

01 January 2017

365 days

As 2016 loomed ever closer, I remember seeing a story about a gent that was hiking the Pacific Crest trail from Mexico to Canada, and taking a daily selfie to document his year long journey.

It was quite fascinating to see the daily pictures and the changes not only in the physical appearance, but his spirit as the days went by.

I thought I would try this approach for 2016. My first day of the new year was out in the lonely west desert of Utah, near the Nevada border.
I was in the Bonneville Salt Flats watching the sunrise, my mood was dark and apprehensive with an unsure year ahead of me :

-new job
-moving to a new State
-just having been denied entry to Canada

I wasn't in a good frame of mind, yet I took the opportunity of a New Year to be a new start for me in every way possible.
I start 2017 in the mountains of Costa Rica, arms outstretched and a spirit full of hope and accomplishment.

Here is the last 365 days, from sunrise gas masks to sunsets full of peace.

Let 2017 begin.

01 January 2016


4:47 a.m.
6 degrees Fahrenheit.
January the first, two thousand and sixteen.

No food, no water. The faintest of orange starts to glow on the horizon. He straps on the mask and walks out into the salt flats.

"Kiss my fat ass 2015".
The last week of 2015 was just as horrible the rest of the year. Detained and questioned like a criminal at the border, his meager possessions stripped from him.

His last resolve was to seek refuge in this country, and that hope was torn to shreds by the sins of his past.

He is banished to walk into the New Year alone, cold and hungry. As the sun rises, he see a mirage. 

A Tree of Life.
Climbing into one of the broken ovum's, he slowly emerges after a spell. A butterfly with new purpose for wings. He won't let the fuckery of the past diminish the future before him.