This would not be a photo!
There is steam on mountain tops. The myth and
archetypal mirage of the next
summit, the change of weather and what is ahead,
and beyond: after exhaustion and
the exhilaration of the trek. To have done that
provides for a new bet, a new
adventure. This is the real feat of the imagination, to
continue to the point of the
ends to meet again, to the end, to the next objective,
we are bigger, more
controlling and yet still very insignificant to these
mountains ahead. We are
conquerors, leaving vague prints, flags, and such like
along the way.
Our
concern is
our age, we can still do it from inexperience to over
experience as our objectives
become bloated or subject to the digestion of ego,
physique, and our, and your feel for the
great
domain. In computers we give this a name, in
humans we just do our best. Nothing
better than that. I take note.
The
people that do, continue; those that do not
hide (inadequacy)
but in front of a leader: these people and these skills
are hard learnt
and worth listening to. We must act and act upon
what we have
learnt. This is reality, thanks.
Artist: E. Waller
Giclee Print on Canvas
Size
25 cm x 20 cm
