Posts Tagged ‘mexico
“Paradise was always over there, a day’s sail away. But it’s a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home.”
J. Maarten Troost, Getting Stoned With Savages
Looking South through the Arco at the end of the peninsula for Baja California. I am setting in the Bahia San Lucas. On the other side of the arch is the Golfo de California. The air is neutral; neither warm nor cooling, almost invisible to the senses. There is little noise, but for the small panga plying its way back to Cabo (‘the end’). Another end of day moment, begging to be taken in and enjoyed. A photographer takes it in, but by varying degrees has to calculate the view, if but for a quick moment.
Fanciful fun or mentally miss wired? Creepy visually and I wouldn’t go here if you’ve lost a child or your mind is impressionable. Many of the images are unsettling for some. I won’t be traveling to La Isla de las Muñecas ever.
“Over fifty years ago, Don Julian Santana left his wife and child and moved onto an island on Teshuilo Lake in the Xochimilco canals. According to some, a young girl actually drowned in the lake, while most others, including his relatives, say Don Julian Santana merely imagined the drowned girl….In 2001 Don Julian Santana was found drowned in the same area in which he believed the little girl had died.” (Atlas Obscura) more here (X) for the creepy gluttons.
Speaking of mental health issues: overload, burnout, numbness, an inner voice beckoning, searching for the harmony….it isn’t found in the above (sorry to some for the exposure at all). The weather is moderating (knock on wood) and Springtime (even a false Spring) is right around the corner. Winter doldrums are quite burdensome right now for many.
“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
Ernest Hemingway (A Moveable Feast)