Alaska 4

“We sleep near the sound of a slow running river, and wake up most mornings to a drizzling rain. And we face everyday like the first or the last one, with nothing to lose and heaven to gain. Here’s to Alaska, here’s to the people. Here’s to the wild and here’s to the free. Here’s to my life in a chosen country. Here’s to Alaska and me.” – John Denver

Standing in this vast landscape I feel incredibly insignificant as a human being on this planet. Do I care? No way! Nature is ancient. Me, just a snowflake in time. For I am dust, and to dust I will return. A tiny speck in the almighty march onwards. As the days past I thought more and more of something I had read many years ago. It made total sense.

“This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.” – Buddha

AlaskaLandscape4 AlaskaLandscape6AlaskaLandscape9 AlaskaLandscape26AlaskaLandscape2 AlaskaLandscape8AlaskaLandscape7 AlaskaLandscape13AlaskaLandscape11 AlaskaLandscape27AlaskaLandscape3 AlaskaLandscape20AlaskaLandscape25 AlaskaLandscape19

AlaskaLandscape14 AlaskaLandscape10 AlaskaLandscape16

AlaskaLandscape5 AlaskaLandscape28 AlaskaLandscape24

AlaskaLandscape23 AlaskaLandscape21 AlaskaLandscape22

AlaskaLandscape18 AlaskaLandscape15 AlaskaLandscape29

 

2 comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: