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I love mountains. There are few times when I am as happy as when I am walking in a Himalayan or Andean valley. One of these places once almost cost me my life but more happily have allowed the creation of some of my favourite photographs. These are not just images made by me, but by many landscape photographers and mountaineers. These pictures temporarily help satiate a longing to be in these landscapes that I do not think will ever go away.
I think the second of the origin comes from a trip to Wales when I was a young boy. The mountains of Wales may not be Himalayan, Andean, or even Alpine in size, but they are nonetheless spectacular. When I was about ten years old, I joined a week-long school trip to the principality. For most of the trip, I recall being miserable and homesick. I admitted to my fellows that I was missing my parents. This gave them ample fodder for mockery for the entire week. My predicament was a particular source of amusement for one boy who neglected to consider the fact that his father was one of the accompanying chaperones and that this might have had something to do with his own misery-free state of mind!
I am not sure how accurate my memory is all these years later, but I think I probably spent a few hours walking alone. This included crossing the shoulder of Tryfan itself. From the shoulder, I could see rock climbers and other adventurous types making their way to the summit of the peak. I thought this the most remarkable thing. Curiously, I did not want to go and join them. To this day, I still have no urge to be a mountaineer. I just wanted to look. Tryfan is a beautiful mountain to begin with, and seeing these people on it made it even better. As I write this article, I can still close my eyes and see the peak before me. Of course, I have no idea how accurate this memory is, middle-age dulls these long-ago memories whether we like it or not, but I do not think that really matters. From this memory, and my origins in a very flat place, this love of wild mountains grew. Combining this obsession with photography was a perfectly natural progression. I adore looking at great photographs of mountains nearly as much as I like being in them myself.
Mountains provide an incredibly rich canvas for the photographer: from picturesque valleys to sublime peaks, from basecamp to the death zone, from thrilling mountaineering photographs to classical landscapes, and more. For mountain photographs to be successful, I believe that they must include multiple elements that include human drama, weather, the unusual, beauty either sublime or picturesque, and/or other worldly light. Except for a photograph of a younger version of me, which is included for reasons that will become apparent, I believe that the wonderful photographs in this article all include multiple examples of these element.
Nicolas Castermans is a serious adventurer and the photographs included here illustrate that perfectly. These are images that would be fully at home in a mountaineering guide or magazine. The photographs are, of course, beautiful, but although only one contains a human figure, both are about human drama. This drama is explicit in one and inferred from the other, and I love them both for that.
We soon turned around and headed back down the mountain. None of us felt in any position to continue. The photographs that I was planning to take were consigned to the history of my imagination where they remain to this day. At least, I have this one photograph that provides evidence of what happened. If you look closely, you can see that I am grinning like an idiot. I put this down to shock. I suffered a minor breakdown after this escape. I returned to the UK much earlier than I had planned and for the next six months or so, when I closed my eyes, all I could see was a wall of ice coming towards me.
In the years that have followed I have reflected on this experience often. We were inexperienced idiots and should never have attempted the hike. However, I now wonder if this avalanche actually saved our lives. If we had continued, we would have had to cross a snowfield where there was nowhere to hide from any subsequent avalanche. There was far more snow and ice in the gullies above this area than what came down on us. Had we been further on, and the same thing happened, I doubt that we would have had a means of escape.
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Yet Trinity is struggling to find joy in planning her special day. It is her duty to her father to marry Samuel and solidify their family's political reputation but every fibre of her being wants to run far away from him. He is unkind, strict, and cruel...not someone she ever pictured marrying.
When Trinity catches another's eye, this unfair match is put under pressure. Grant is mesmerised by her and furious to learn she is unwillingly betrothed to another. His protective eye never leaves her side as he hatches a plan to rescue his damsel in distress.
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Selkies, also, make excellent wives. But they are solitary and quiet by nature. They will frequently wander from their mortal homes to the sea cliffs to meditate and sing their melancholy songs. When their fishermen-husbands are lost upon the sea, they sing from the cliffs to guide them home.
No judgement towards one another, no social status to compareAll as one hmm...that kind of contradicts to the whole song but anywayExploit the idea of innocenceGoddamn television godCorrupt meSeperate usGroups of difference seem to comfort what we once didn't think ofThis show was in their head for yearsEnjoy this life of wonder and imaginationFor it will be torn down
4 forms of entertainment: Hate (revenge, exploitation), Kill (murderers and the publicity they make), fuck (sex, pretty obvious) and conquer (Pointless wars for dominance). These are the 4 things that make human life it's best, and people televise everything (another jab at TV). This is how we teach people to live.
The sweet relief is a must(We can speak of obsessionWe can love the endless)------They never actually say that part, but it helps get the point across.*Basically, this line says we can learn to like this life that we will live forever (We can love the endless) and become addicted to it (The sweet relief is a must, we can speak of obsession).
This song definetly has a lot to do with TV, but I think it has so much more to it as well. This song is no doubt the best off the Alaska album, the opening and closing are just remarkable, while the middle is great and edgy.
We stereotype every, tiny piece of society, placing it into a box for easier understanding. The media does this also to place an 'us' versus 'them' mentality into our heads, separating people based off of small, unimportant characteristics. Some recognize this fact, and try to fight the system, but the vast majority are too naive (too innocent) to realize that they are sheep being herded along through life by the western, modern dream of success.
That is: Primary education, secondary education, then college and the career of your choice. This leads to a steady income, family, real estate, and that stereotypical 'American Dream' we are told is the only successful future.
It's all crap. Real life is too absurd and the politicians and executives leading us down this pipe-dream are con-artists of the highest caliber. Worse though, they are slowly but surely headed towards their own destruction, what with splitting atoms that have the potential to destroy the world because some politician wants more than he has and our technology is at the point that he'll get caught doing it.
That, I think, is when we'll learn how to live. People will finally all realize the massive lie we live in daily. Then most will die and hopefully those who learned this lesson will create a better, less corrupt society based off of equality in everything.
I looked at it for awhile and just kinda thought about it and was led to this conclusion: it is about hopeless ideology. It describes the utopian existence of the selkies and then says it is impossible to acheive because of reality, so be a pragmatist and hate, kill, fuck, conquer, or else you will be torn down. Then the last part seems to say that it is still ok to dream though.
I was reading through these comments and was a little disappointed with the fixation on the TV element of this song- though, true, it is a very legitimate means of social control/change/whatever you want to call it based on your varying degrees of paranoia/ignorance/whatever you may prescribe to.
Anyways. I do not remember who it was that said it, but this song is about an impossible ideal- a world that simply cannot be attained and so cannot be real, and yet, the TV makes it real. The utopian-ideal-made-real. The TV is just a means of showing that what some people believe is going on in the world is false. Or that their own little private world is a complete lie, efficient as it may be. There are a lot of people in this world who forget to dream, though, but I still find myself dreaming of a better tomorrow with this song. Haha and seriously, no one threadjack me because of this- this is basically my anti-Obama song, because of certain elements, and my own private interpretation for what it means for us Americans today- which I shall keep private, no need to intrude on people's pleasant thoughts of BTBAM...
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