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overview from Punta Larici
visto da Punta Larici
EN: Nago-Torbole (German: Naag-Turbel) is a comune (municipality) in Trentino in the northern Italian region Trentino-Alto Adige/Südtirol, located about 30 kilometres (19 miles) southwest of Trento on the north shore of Lake Garda.
IT:Nago-Torbole è un comune italiano sparso di 2 819 abitanti della provincia autonoma di Trento. Il suo territorio si estende dai 63 metri sul livello del mare fino ai 2 078 metri della cima del monte Altissimo di Nago. Fa parte della comunità di valle Alto Garda e Ledro
"Sai, la gente è matta
Forse è troppo insoddisfatta
Segue il mondo ciecamente
Quando la moda cambia
Lei pure cambia
Tu, tu che sei diverso
Almeno tu nell'universo
Un punto sei, che non ruota mai intorno a me
Un sole che splende per me soltanto
Come un diamante in mezzo al cuore"
Mia Martini - Almeno tu nell'universo
The Altaï Mountains, Kazakhstan: a remote corner of the country, squeezed between China and Mongolia, where the harsh conditions are only rivalled by the wild beauty of the landscape. Here nature is in its primal state and the vast open spaces generate an intoxicating impression of freedom. In the distance an eagle swoops on its prey and in its wake a majestic Kazakh cavalcade. This perfume is in a way a return to a primitive existence in the noble sense of the term.
For those who inhabit such a natural wilderness there is a form of animal instinct, an almost carnal emotion. To embody this sentiment, I wanted to create a perfume which evoked the wild side of this life and thus I turned to an accord of saffron, styrax and leather.
This firm attachment to Nature and to one’s land is expressed by an accord of patchouli and vetiver. I also added accord of cream of whisky, to evoke the intoxication felt in front of such vast landscapes, but also a voluptuous touch referring to the sensuality of leather with the feeling of suede. @ella_k_parfums_paris#altaimelodi#kazakhstan#altai#mountain#perfume#luxeryperfume#eaudeparfum@soniaconstantperfumer
A fantastic day on the hill for our walking group today. #bluesky for the most part and #snow underfoot. Lots navigation practice and a proper little #mountain#adventure up the little Matterhorn. If you fancy joining us on our next trip get in touch via email or our website!
New blog post! “After the Goldrush” part 1. The Tioga trail is nestled a couple miles westward of the Continental Divide. It was height of summer & of temperate beauty. Tourists & amateur hikers flock to the best morning trails. The mosquito swarms had followed suit. Being alone in nature is the truest of all holy rituals. I wanted to hike unencumbered, spirited away from everyone, pairs of probing human eyes. (Full post joshovaswitness.com) The solo wanderer's mantle is one I needed to carry that day. One that has followed me since. How is it in the subtle pursuits of adjacent tasks, we often get exactly what we asked for?
I felt free, calm, inspired. I took my Canon & leapt in ecstasy. Snapping frames of blue dream & mountain haze- a photo to the cover of my first book. I meditated, soaking in a sunlit gratitude, enjoying the call of Jays. Bees breezing beside my yogic form. And as we often do in states of bliss, I felt the time was NOW to move forward. True to nature I chose the complicated hike that found me lost and turned every which way round. Stuck for hours somewhere in a long loop of the Rocky Mountain wilderness. Colorado keeps calling me back, an unintended disciple. The lessons becoming easier as I let myself be broken by each teaching.
Cell service had not worked for days. The trail map made no sense. Summer rain began falling & the sky grew darker. 2 hours of daylight left. I sought refuge within a canopy of Pine & Aspen trees. Aspens are connected by an underground root system and they are able to communicate via this bio-psychic link. “Aspens, god, Steve Jobs- can you please lead me out of here?” It’s funny the ones we cry out to when we need saving. There may be no atheists in the foxholes, but I’ve come to believe that everything is connected. A pantheist in panic is either delusional or onto something. I’m still out to find that answer. .