Photography: Amanda Leigh Smith
via Born to be Wild
Well, Bay has gone to California without me, headed off to some sunsoaked shore while I ride out the rest of the Melbourne winter. And, as if I wasn't longing for summer enough... there's the above. Amanda Leigh Smith has been pulling off some amazing shoots recently, and the latest is no exception. You can almost smell summer heat, dry grass and horse sweat.
Also, sort of in the same Southwestern-horse-sweat vein, I finished reading The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy -- it was my first dig at one of his novels. There was some seriously profound sadness to it, but I was totally taken by the main character en el camino on the border of Mexico and the US... Sometimes with his brother, sometimes with their "good Niño horse", sometimes with a wolf. A bit of gunslinging and gitanos and a lot of righteous bewilderment at the injustices of the world, offset by some roadside philosophisers. It's God and nature and the way of the world.
Anyway, I love that sort of stuff.
"Before he reached the door the old man called to him again. The boy turned and stood. The matrix will not help you, the old man said. He said to catch the wolf the boy should find that place where the acts of God and those of man are of one piece. Where they cannot be distinguished... The old man said that it was not a question of finding such a place but rather of knowing it when it presented itself. He said that it was at such places that God sits and conspires in the destruction of that which he has been at such pains to create."