Sunday, February 1, 2009
Sometimes when the world is full of madness and mayhem and I'm tired of it all, I grab my camera and head out to focus on something that's not on TV or the radio, not in the newspaper or the Internet.
Today I drove forty minutes a place called World's End. I don't know who named it, or why, but I'm guessing because it feels like the edge of the world where land meets sea.
The world at large indeed faded away as the beauty of this spot--rolling hills jutting into the ocean, whisk broom trees scratching a cloudless sky--seeped into my soul.
I was by myself, but not alone. Others were also trekking the snow covered lanes. There is nothing like the rhythmic crunching of footsteps in the snow, huffing and puffing a little, sweating a lot, birdsong, and warm sun, to melt the frustrations of the real world.
Or maybe this is the real world. I wish . . .
It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than the world can pay.~Ralph Waldo Emerson