Into the wild

Hike until your lost

Don’t settle for the path’s of others, make your own.

Stumbled across a poem from 2008

As we all lose ourselves in trying to find ourselves we are like parting waves in an ocean that makes you  washed upon the distant shores of your own beach

Corroded by a thin layer of rust that was brushed off the golden glow of your skin that was tampered by the wind’s delight

Silly sorrows that make my skin turn cold on this warm silky breeze that blows your hair like calligraphy

As a last tribute to the Gods of old that stick there venomous tongues out to the Gods of new

That never saw it coming from the atom bomb to the cloned children of separate DNA strands

Children lost in tears of joy to the beast of this reality that’s become the common characteristic

That life feeds on life in this shadows grace that lurks on the justice of pride

Pilgrimages delight of an honored truce of betrayal that was lost in time and covered over by snickering white men

Candy coated zealots and the multi colored jackets blanketed by these piercing eyes that were drowned in tears

Simple symphony’s of melting pot cultures are cruelly dying in other colors and separated from impartiality

Plagued by greed in foreign disguise as a brutal ceasefire epidemic confronts the tranquility in harmony

Silent whistles blown harder than a raging volcano erupting through an equatorial renaissance

Where fragments of broken dreams are pieced together to form a transverse truth

Where anything can be painted in silver and sold for gold

Laying our arms down in the heat of this resolution stripped of the loyalties protection to be slaughtered by a ravaged love that has blindsided us all

When we can all stand as one we will uncover the truths that lie above our heads and dance in our dreams

When we consciously grasp consciousness to wake from our delusional beings

Freedom will be found

Not through liberty and justice for all

But can only be found through understanding

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I feel that is just as valid today as it was then, peace and love all, choose peace and love.

Father in her eyes

This young girl has the shadow of her father in her eyes (she was looking up to him), take life as you can grasp it, life is a fleeting moment.

This young lady lost her father to cancer at such a young age, it was about a year or two after this photo was taken. I am proud i was able to capture these moments.

She is 20ish now, I wish her all the peace in this world she can find.

Breathe

Breathe—this moment is alive.

Clarke’s head

I love this area, only place i know of around Nova Scotia that has a pyrite gypsum matrix.

I once found a gypsum crystal here, where the ground sheered and created so much heat it melted the gypsum and it became a clear crystal like quartz. One of my more rarer finds.

Contradictions

I choose to live inside the contradictions of my soul and not avoid them which has created a fire inside my soul I do not need to stoke

Renous,NB

When i first lived around Renous I rented an apartment, a sketchy one for sure, i was alone and i did there what I do here when I am alone, I wander the forests.

This was a fun shot for me, taken 20 years now. Later this day I walked into a moose. I was taking shots from 50 feet away stunned. The moose then looked at me and in the lens i saw my safety at risk and I slowly back away and the moose stood still. Majestic creatures. I will look for those photos if i can find them.

Ice

I hate winter hikes but love living in a land perpetual change and renewal.

Photos

For years I have taken photos and uploaded to anywhere really.

50-60k in my library and as a single father my time is limited. I wish over the years I was organized and not just dump photos into massive folders of pictures.

The next 3 months i want to organize my library to find memories ive not remembered and to see things ive missed like this. Tonight I gave my son a book called costal nova scotia. I told him to pick 5 places he wants to go visit and i will decided where we go. I am excited to explore this year.

Last weeks hike

I havent hiked into deep woods for a year. Fear was heavy this year but luckily I was able to figure out who I was not to make room for who I am.

This was also last week, it was such a wonderful sunrise. Happy New year to you.

Control and fear or love

there is control and fear or there is love and freedom of choice. Letting my son test own limits last year. Always find the will to push yourself and those around you. Period. He still remembers this memory.

Last night was chilly

Mornings like this

Night sky

Last year was a year I challenged my son alot and we walked the trails with headlamps in the darkness, I proud that he was able to enjoy something he was afraid of at the start. I did not think he was ready but he surprised me, glad I gave him the chance to challenge himself.

Tranquility

It was so quiet that morning except for the loons

Slowing down

I am going to import a year of photos from my phone into lightroom and edit some i just have not even seen. Things like this will find its way here. Northern lights sometime this past year.

Geometry dash

Geometry dash is a game my nephew once played is what I remembered about it until one day my Son started to play it, my Son would play lots of little phone games so this was nothing new, they come and go and nothing stuck until Geometry dash. My Son would play video games from morning until night if allowed.

Over the course of 4-5 months he kept playing the same game and the same levels and failing all the time, he would lose his patience and get angry until get was told to get off the phone. Usual stuff, but I saw a way to get through to him, I asked him about the game 2 months ago and he explained how he needs to fail so much to understand the level and in failure he would learn success by trying so many times. I was like wtf is this golden nugget he just said to me in my mind. I said that sounds alot like life, you need to fail at experience to gain awareness and achieve personal success. That failure is not failure, failure happens is when you stop trying.

I installed the game that day and decided to invest in something for him, that game is hard and it makes me feel old, you need microseconds of reaction to best a level. I sucked and wanted to put it away, i did not and i was able to over time beat a few levels and my Son celebrated with me. It was a bonding moment he created when I followed his passion.

Now back to main point there is a level called dash he has tried over 2k times, you fail in seconds, and last night he beat it not for the first time but 3 times in a row, he was stuck on this level for months and now its easy.

After we celebrated I compared this experience to awareness and how when you achieve a new goal you see the world differently and now things that were hard are not. Just like 4 months and 2k tries and over 100k jumps now are made effortlessly and seamless.

I have been in conflict with his love of games but once i accepted he loves them and decided to be supportive shit like this can happen. Before this I would onlY complain without any suggestions myself. Not my best moments as a Father.

His birthday is in a week and it is all geometry dash merchandise, last night i took a shirt out and gave it to him. I said when ever you see this shirt I want you to remember the dedication and focus you put into your goal and to be proud of accomplishing His goals.

I love how He can teach me when I allow it.

My story to tell looks like somewhat like this

Cutting through the clouds

Children, not adults are the keys to the future.

I want to do a series on the innocence of children. I don’t believe in adults anymore. They are the problem imo. I believe in the Children of this world. Adults are hypocrites and liars and self excusing their own shit behaviours. Kids know when they were lied too. I still remember and so do you. Live through the eyes of a child if you want to find contentment.