I don’t think I’ll ever lose my wanderlust. It ebbs and flows like the tides on my doorstep here in Western Australia. Sometimes the pull to stay ‘home’ is strong: when the beach beckons, and the outdoor lifestyle is easy, with good food, wines and friendships.
Then there are times when the lure of new shores overwhelms, the draw of old haunts tempt, and the need to leave this remote city to return to the familiar people and places of my formative years is stronger than the urge to stay.
Peasholm Park, Scarborough, North Yorkshire
Garden of Dreams
Save for a few floating leaves and a tinge of peat, this icy cold water on a mountainside in the Himalayas is probably as pure as you’re likely to find it. Or so I thought. Above the villages you’d expect it to be untouched by humans apart from the occasional trekker or farmer. But then there is all the carbon pollution in our atmosphere, so evident in the valley of Kathmandu. And the recent, and not so recent, media about Everest and man’s attempt to conquer the mountain regardless of the ‘cost’ to other people or the environment. Now, when I look at that clear water it makes we wonder.
We only have one earth
Lets look after it
We can’t keep taking
We can’t keep destroying
We have to protect
We have to conserve
Or what will be left for our children?
I started to look for a particular photo that I thought would be perfect for this post, then I was distracted by so many photos that had circles in them that I had taken in the last twelve months. An hour later I found I had gone further into the past and a small collection of the circles of life had evolved. Quite fitting for the start of the new year and new beginnings.
They range through different countries of my travels and my home now and homes of the past. From Kathmandu, to London, to Fremantle, and from the South West Australian bush to Kew Gardens, and from Tanzania to France.