You might have seen this photo already in the Peace in Bayeux post, but I thought it deserved its own place. For some reason, it is this… Read more “Eternal | One Photo”
To see the dawn from the top of a mountain is to witness the birth of Time. I’ve seen my fair share of sunrises, and even though… Read more “The Birth of Time | An Early-Morning Run Up Mt Tamalpais”
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I spent exactly one day in Bayeux, arriving to the town in the early morning after I spent the previous day and night on a bus, and leaving with the sunset on a ferry that would take me to Ireland. This little adventure took place years ago, and it was my first time traveling to a foreign country without my family or teachers.
Bayeux is home to Musée de la Tapisserie de Bayeux which exhibits the Bayeux Tapestry. The tapestry is 230 feet long embroidered cloth depicting the events that eventually led to the Norman Conquest of England. Even though the story is told from the point of view of the Normans, the tapestry itself was embroiderend in England in 11th century, a few years after the conquest.
Bayeux is also known for its cathedral. The Bayeux Cathedral is an impressive piece of architecture, and it’s the place where the tapestry was originally stored. It’s built in the Norman-Romanesque tradition and the amount of detail that was given to it is simply impressive.
But it wasn’t the tapestry or the cathedral that I loved the most about Bayeux. It was the architecture of the “common” spaces, which, to be honest, don’t look so common at all. Restaurants, store fronts and entire streets send the traveler on a trip down the Memory lane.
If one strays away from the main streets, they can be met with quiet corners and secretive passages, gates that take them into serene gardens and bridges crossing small canals embraced in stone.
One such gate took me into a corner garden, empty save for the few birds that still stuck around, even though autumn was in full swing. There are only a few places in the world that were as peaceful as that one. In the garden, I found a beautiful statue. To this day, the photograph I took there remains one of my favourite ones.
The daylight started to disapear soon, the sun setting on the town. It was time for me to make my way back to the present and to Cherbourg where my ferry was leaving from.
The town of Bayeux was destined to stay in my memory even years later, when I would go through every single memory stick I own in hopes to find some photos from there. As I’m happy to report with my writing, the month-long search was succesful. For some reason, sharing this quiet town and this serene moment felt important, perhaps because of the turmoil the world is in. I hope we can all go back to our own “Bayeux’s” to enjoy some peace and quiet soon.
There’s this very peculiar something about arriving in an unknown place and feeling welcomed as if one was returning to one’s own home. And these warm welcomes… Read more “Arrival, Home | Photo”
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Wild Goose Island was a part of the Glacier Half Trifecta. It was the easiest sot to get to, having required only driving. It’s one of those… Read more “Wild Goose Island | One Photo”
I’ve been told to get my head out from the clouds so very many times that I probably wouldn’t be able to count it. I’ve been told it by my parents, grandparents, teachers, and even people I once considered friends. But the mountains taught me to keep my head in the clouds, to keep dreaming and reaching higher than anything else.
What happens in the mountains stays… with you for the rest of your life.
There are so very many things the mountains have taught and continue to teach me.
To stand tall and strong through every storm.
To let only the sun, wind, rain and snow paint wrinkles of age on my face.
To be wild and free, with my head in the clouds, while being the rock for those who might need one.
There is so very much more, and even more of that which cannot be put into words. And for that, I am and will be forever grateful to those most beautiful places in the world.
In 2018, I took a friend of mine on a short trip to the Eastern Sierras. It was my first time spending an extended period of time… Read more “Panoramas from East of the Sierras”
In the early spring of 2020, right before the world seems to have collapsed, I was in the Eastern Sierras, living out of an old Dodge. The Eastern Sierras is probably my favourite place on Earth, and that time, they were the most beautiful I’ve ever seen them, as if they knew I wouldn’t be able to visit for a long time to come, if ever.
On one evening, I was returning to where I slept in the car from Mammoth, and just as the sun disappeared beyond the Sierra peaks, the winds picked up and started to sweep the fresh dusting of snow off them. The play of light together with the airborne snow dust created the most beautiful moments. I stopped at the side of the road and sat on the roof of the old car, enthralled by the dance of elements up in the domain of birds.
And for a few moments, it felt as if I myself could fly up there.
Those feelings of absolute freedom and absolute beauty… they help me to keep moving when the going gets tough.
I can’t wait to be back in the Sierras — but for now, I can at least remember all the beautiul moments I experienced there, of which this is only one.