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Friday, September 19, 2008

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tom

Bloody great photos. I especially like the one with the moon in the daylight. Nicely framed.

Philip Gleeson

Thanks Tom. I like that one too, and that one only involved moving round a bit to get the framing just right. It wasn't dangerous to take at all, although there were some funny looks from passing motorists who were no doubt curious what I could be doing beside the road with a tripod and telephoto lens.

Teresa Gilman

Wow. Makes my heart open up wide to see these shots. Very beautiful. I'd think they're worth getting a little banged up for.

Teresa

Philip Gleeson

Thanks Teresa. Every time I have a shower I discover a new bruise that I barely remember inflicting upon myself, but I guess I assume that my body will recover once I'm back home.

I love your blog, although I'm embarrassed to say that I have never left a comment on it. Back when I was really down, I wrote a long entry on my feelings, mostly to myself, although I did end up sending it to my closest friend back home. An edited down version made it into my blog as http://jungletrekker.typepad.com/adventures_in_the_wild/2008/09/la-plage-de-la.html but in the editing process the following paragraph, expressing much better how impressed I was by your writing, didn't make it into the wider world, but I think I'm brave enough to post it now.

Following my second attempt to fix my camera in the car, I had an extreme emotional reaction. I just needed to get out of Nouméa, just drive, and escape the suffocation of my situation. That morning I had been reading a blog that I found through links on Jarrett’s; raw, achingly beautiful prose written by a woman I had never met, alive to experience, short on pictures but long on honesty, and it highlighted for me what a sham was the blog that I had just started. My blog was only a day old, and I could already see its likely demise, for if I was to use this as a medium to communicate to my parents, to my work colleagues, even to some of my friends, then I just wasn’t ready for the sort of emotional honesty that would make it actually worth reading, and therefore worth writing. So the troubles with my camera were just a catalyst forcing me to accept reality, and the only response I could think of was to flee, to open myself up to experience, to stop trying so hard to constrain the narrative of this trip, of my experience, structured around a desire to be engaging and instead to just drift and go wherever my wanderings would take me. If in my loneliness and despair I had lost the inclination to explore nature, then so be it.

Teresa Gilman

Philip, thanks for telling me this. I assume you read the post about the walk (July) with my boxer pal.

Teresa

Jarrett

The second photo has an archetypal quality ... it looks like something one would see in a flight simulator -- terrain realistic but in a heightened and abstracted way.

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