I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
Great pics mate! Individually they are good….together they say so much more.
[…] over the ridge from the McDonald Valley, strung with trails which are rarely trodden. I’ve packrafted there, and walked across its frozen lakes, but had never been beyond Arrow Lake, nor been there in […]
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