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Published by: Sb Skool on Jan 25, 2011
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There are visions which never leave my mind because I have not seen them yet. I remember
the vast main temple at Angkor Wat in Cambodia, although I saw it clearly rather than with
depth. The clarity of the light in Antarctica, and the pristine archipelagos and icebergs which
spoke of time before man, compelled me to try to see these things well. Maybe next time. On
safari in the “Last Eden,” the Okovango Delta in Botswana, I recall flocks of birds, elephants
and cheetahs, the tall grass the and winding streams. Still, I saw them without truly
penetrating beneath the surface. The splendor of Moorea and Bora Bora in French Polynesia,
the green and turquoise waters there and in the Seychelles dazzled me, better to have looked
harder. I stood transfixed at Macchu Picchu, remembering Pablo Neruda's great poem, The
Heights of MacchuI Picchu.
My images while handsome, do not dig deep into the Inca ruin.
Hong Kong still baffles me. My Great Wall and Forbidden City images are merely a breezy, if

professional look at these great works of antiquity. There is a need to learn to see and to work
in a vertical as well as a horizontal way, to penetrate deep down into the mystery and spiritual
life of places and peoples. A world roaming traveler skims the surface too much. Around our
familiar places, over time, we can penetrate to the heart of things. We can visit beloved places
over and over. That is a beginning.

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