Showing posts with label walking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label walking. Show all posts

Sunday, June 27, 2021

The Song Is Ended

 . . . but the body parts linger on. A box turtle and a cicada wing:

I'm guessing the turtle has eaten the rest of the cicada. I have to say, I miss the Brood X Wall of Sound.


Sunday, June 13, 2021

Just Another Walk In The Burbs

 

Rusty Old Fence With Day Lilies. I like day lilies because they stay in bloom so long. None of that twee, Japanese-cherry-blossom beauty-is-fleeting-and-gone-oh-so-soon crap. We're gonna be here all summer.



A Little Free Library. Nice to see Beatrix Potter there, and not Harry Potter.


And a nice, uncarved beech tree for Sixty Grit.


Monday, January 11, 2016

A place that is so infinitely unknowable

"Walking is the best way to see a city"

The link is a vide of two dudes walking every street of every New York borough and share their insights about the benefits of walking. Both of them are so taken by the city they walk it all day long.

There is more to their story at the New Yorker than the video allows.

Everything in the world is in New York City. And you challenge, "Everything?" And I go, "Yes, pretty much, even Cleopatra's needle." Nailed it. You can see how the city can cast its spell completely.

Comments on another site that linked the video are all positive, and that from a group that can be described in a word: cynical. They brag about all the walking they've done and how well they've known cities that way.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Walking, A place to think.

Famous walkers...

Wordsworth was a walker. His work is inextricably bound up with tramping in the Lake District. Drinking in the stark beauty. Getting lost in his thoughts.

Charles Dickens was a walker. He could easily rack up 20 miles, often at night. You can almost smell London's atmosphere in his prose. Virginia Woolf walked for inspiration. She walked out from her home at Rodmell in the South Downs. She wandered through London's parks.



Henry David Thoreau, who was both author and naturalist, walked and walked and walked. But even he couldn't match the feat of someone like Constantin Brancusi, the sculptor who walked much of the way between his home village in Romania and Paris. Or indeed Patrick Leigh Fermor, whose walk from the Hook of Holland to Istanbul at the age of 18 inspired several volumes of travel writing. George Orwell, Thomas De Quincey, Nassim Nicholas Taleb, Friedrich Nietzsche, Bruce Chatwin, WG Sebald and Vladimir Nabokov are just some of the others who have written about it. (read more)