Lakeland photos III

Walkers on a rock

Compressed walkers.

Emma Henderson

Sheep are never far away.

Walker solidarity

One third of the way around the Kentmere Horseshoe.

Oxford University Walking Club

If you are in a proper place for walking, the landscape will dwarf you.

Hiking euphoria

Dry stone walls take a lot more effort to build than to climb over.

Author: Milan

In the spring of 2005, I graduated from the University of British Columbia with a degree in International Relations and a general focus in the area of environmental politics. In the fall of 2005, I began reading for an M.Phil in IR at Wadham College, Oxford. Outside school, I am very interested in photography, writing, and the outdoors. I am writing this blog to keep in touch with friends and family around the world, provide a more personal view of graduate student life in Oxford, and pass on some lessons I've learned here.

3 thoughts on “Lakeland photos III”

  1. “One third of the way around the Kentmere Horseshoe.”

    Did he carry her all that way?

  2. Correspondence
    by: Charles Baudelaire

    Nature’s temple living pillars rise,
    And words are murmured none have understood,
    And man must wander through a tangled wood
    Of symbols watching him with friendly eyes.

    As long-drawn echoes heard far-off and dim
    Mingle to one deep sound and fade away;
    Vast as the night and brilliant as the day,
    Colour and sound and perfume speak to him.

    Some perfumes are as fragrant as a child,
    Sweet as the sound of hautboys, meadow-green;
    Others, corrupted, rich, exultant, wild,

    Have all the expansion of things infinite:
    As amber, incense, musk, and benzoin,
    Which sing the sense’s and the soul’s delight.


    La nature est un temple où de vivants pilliers
    Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
    L’homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
    Qui l’observent avec des regards familiers.

    Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent
    Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité,
    Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarté,
    Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se repondent.

    Ii est des parfums frais comme des chairs d’enfants,
    Doux comme les hautbois, verts comme les prairies,
    -Et d’autres corrompus, riches et triomphants,

    Ayant l’expansion des choses infinies,
    Comme l’ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l’encens
    Qui chantent les transports de l’esprit et des sens.

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