the world as I see it

from the humble depths, 

that is what nature does.

it strips you and leaves you, 

open and exposed. 

but then, oh then, 

it fills you, it wraps you up. 

you feel not full again, 

full is a human wrong. 

it empties us, 

yes, cleans us out. 

when we have open space, 

we fill it with memories, not things.

the following pictures are from:

The Lake District in Patagonia, Chile

Puerto Varas

Volcan Osorno

Villarrica

Volcan Villarrica

Isla de Chiloe (Ancud)

Lago de Todo Oro

Lago Toro

(and many others I am sure) 

on a boat ride, observing penguins in their natural playground.

the sunshine that is grown into these flowers... amazing.

welcome to the magic, swirling in the clouds. welcome to Chiloe.

the lonely tree who is actually not lonely at all. he finds comfort in the mountains and the rocks and the flowers, just like I do. therefore, we always know, nature is our refuge.

Volcan Osorno, towering over the trees. 

sharing a cup of steaming herbal tea, with pure honey in this beautiful location, with beautiful people.

the natural colors of nature can never be recreated (even in pictures)

even the clouds breakaway, taking their own path around the forest

the magical rock that swallows ships in Chiloe

because this is the internet, i need to stress that this photo has NO photo shop. these colors are pure. 

and to leave you with words that do not belong to me, 

“Roads Go Ever On"

Roads go ever ever on,

Over rock and under tree,

By caves where never sun has shone,

By streams that never find the sea;

Over snow by winter sown,

And through the merry flowers of June,

Over grass and over stone,

And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on,

Under cloud and under star.

Yet feet that wandering have gone

Turn at last to home afar.

Eyes that fire and sword have seen,

And horror in the halls of stone

Look at last on meadows green,

And trees and hills they long have known.

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way,

Where many paths and errands meet.

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with weary feet,

Until it joins some larger way,

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on

Out from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone.

Let others follow, if they can!

Let them a journey new begin.

But I at last with weary feet

Will turn towards the lighted inn,

My evening-rest and sleep to meet.” 

-JRR Tolken, The Lord of the Rings

breathe, 

rach