Lakeland photos III


in Photo essays, Photography, The outdoors, Travel

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.

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

Anon @ Wadh June 6, 2007 at 10:07 am

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

Did he carry her all that way?

Milan June 6, 2007 at 12:01 pm

Nope, but they were certainly fairly exuberant.

. July 21, 2007 at 3:08 pm

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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