-
Alan Watts - Conversation with Myself
-
If, instead of making a child stick to his books, I take him to a workshop, his hands work to the advantage of his intellect, he becomes a philosopher while he thinks he is simply becoming an artisan…
Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 1762. From Émile: or, On Education -
Look! Perched on the edge of the Arctic circle, a delightful cosy old wooden house to rest in for a day or a month, whatever your whim. It’s an ideal nest for viewing the sky dance of aurora borealis in winter, or a homely base for magical adventures during the endless daylight of summer. A writer’s retreat, or a family getaway…whatever your set up, it is surely a unique way to share in this precious corner of the world. One that is surprisingly easy to get to once you take the most important step of leaping into the unknown. As any visitor to Iceland will tell you, you shall be wholeheartedly rewarded - whatever the season. Take off your preconceptions, and put on your sturdy boots…come! It’s a world where nature is fully in charge and your own can come forth.
-
The Gentle Art of Tramping
-
-
They cannot dive out of a cloud, nor clap their wings in thunderous applause. They know no urge of seasons; they feel no kiss of sun, no lash of wind and weather, they live forever by not living at all.
Aldo Leopold, on lost species. The Lost Bird Project. -
Gypsy boy with cello, Hungary, 1931, by Eva Besnyö
-
-
Zanzibari Nutmeg by Sarah Thomas
-
Dick Gaughan - The Snows They Melt the Soonest
Me: film maker, photographer, traveller, collector of things. This: a scrapbook of inspirations I have bumped into on my roamings; some found, some made by me.
