When I wrote the last post on reading I left out an important ingredient in the success of the effort: I was alone.
I didn’t count on doing any nightwalking while I was in the USA in January, as I wasn’t sure how well I’d handle the cold.
Learning to edit my own work without input from anyone is kind of like a dog chasing its own tail.
Life finds a way.
I often think, during my desk bound days, of how I’d love to be out there just walking around endlessly, swinging arms, joyous feet and all that. The closest I get to this usually, is heading out to get lunch. Otherwise i spend most of the day ergonimized in an office chair. Not quite Han Solo frozen in carbonite, but some days, I swear it’s not too far away. The truth is though, even when I did have nothing better to do than roam the sidewalks endlessly day after day, I never did.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted any nightwalking pictures, as it’s been a while since I’ve actually done it. It is summer in the southern reaches of the world and the days take up a lot of the night. Nightwalking is not really itself, when deep shadows don’t come out to play.
Nightwalking is mostly a lonesome activity, one that requires solitude and space to exist. If you share it, it must be with someone who appreciates shadows, or it will lose its mystique and become a thing for all to see: a stroll.
Sometime back I was going on about this knee injury I had sustained, that was giving me cabin fever from the lack of movement.
I read a great article on the Importance of Personal Work by Nick Hall yesterday morning, thanks to the Pixelated Image twitter feed.
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