HANGING LAKE IN WINTER

Hanging Lake in the winter - with snow and icicles. One of Colorado's most beautiful places!

TREASURE IN THE ROCKIES

- THE CLUES -

As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.

Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.

From there it's no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There'll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.

If you've been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.

So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know,
I've done it tired, and now I'm weak.

So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.


FORREST FENN'S
HIDDEN GOLD

Somewhere North of Santa Fe, New Mexico, above 5,000 ft, there lies a bronze chest filled with rare gold coins, large nuggets and other gems. It is there for the taking, free to any person wily enough to figure out the riddle of Forrest Fenn.


A TURQUOISE TREASURE,
TUCKED AWAY

Fenn and the seekers of his treasure believe in 'the thrill of the chase.'

If we divorce a treasure from its hiding place, take it into the light of day, we would be stripping it of that mystery and excitement, that veil of wonder that surrounds it. The very fact that one is searching for a hidden treasure can make the search itself an incredible adventure. 

Seekers of the treasure will go to great lengths, hiking through crystal clear waters, searching for the dwellings of bears or the scenes of a forest fire, walking through tall pines, ochre stained countrysides, and sleeping under the night sky. They venture further, look more closely, and put themselves into each scene they encounter, in order that they won't miss something - a clue perhaps. They are encountering the journey on a much more intimate level. 

If we were to take on the role of a treasure seeker, how might we see the world differently? Take, for example, an expedition to find a turquoise treasure in the Colorado mountains, poetically called Hanging Lake. 

The lake was remote, almost inaccessible this time of year. The path was covered by a thick layer of snow that created a kind of endless ice ramp, twisting and turning through the mountains to the ledge of the lake.
And yet, we were a determined group. Armed with nothing but willpower, yes, and undoubtably wearing the wrong footwear, but determined nonetheless.
I remember the journey quite vividly, each memory like a marker on a map of the trail:
Follow the avenue of twisted trees no taller than you or I,
You will cross seven bridges.
Pass the milky blue still waters,
And enter a cathedral
Where sap is the incense that permeates all things.
From there it is a climb
Doubling back through fields of stone,
And ever will you hear the waters,
Till you reach a hut and cave.
The way is marked by waterfall,
Up up up a stair until,
You find the cleft, the meeting points,
Of mountains.
Now turn your gaze around and look
The other way from setting sun
And you shall find the turquoise pools,
Deepest when the day is done.

 

Mountains beside Hanging Lake, CO. With pine trees and snow.
Mountains in the sky, with plane cloud streaks.
Pine needle stars in the sky above snowy mountains.
Red pine trees on the hike to Hanging Lake.
Hanging lake waterfall in winter - all frozen up with icicles. 
Waterfall at Hanging Lake in the winter - inside the cave behind the waterfall.
Hanging Lake in the winter - with spectacular colours in the water, and snow.

OF THE EARTH

Historical style photoshoot - Native American girl.

IN SUPPORT OF A GLOBAL VILLAGE

OR

WHY WE NEED ALL THE OTHERS


THE OTHER - AN ANTHROPOLOGICAL TERM

In the field of anthropology, we talk of 'the Other' - a person or group of people who are defined against the original person or group being studied. For, in anthropology, all things are relative.

In other words, one may best find oneself by defining the boundaries of 'Self' against all those things that are not 'Self.' Thus, the Other exists only in relation to the Self. 

Traditionally the Other is a mystery, a kind of hypothetical question mark that invokes curiosity and fear into the hearts of the Self group. We fear those things we do not understand, and most of all we fear the unknown: darkness and death sit in the category of the unknown. Being familiar only with ourselves and those around us, we may become scared of those people who we do not understand. And, to quote a wiser creature than myself:

Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.
— YODA

WHY THE OTHERS ARE IMPORTANT

Any wise man will understand that there is much he does not know. When I first started university, I thought I knew everything worth knowing about. As I have grown older, I have become aware of all those subjects about which I know nothing. I am excited by the prospect of a path of life-long learning. And yet, I also realise that there will be things I will never come to know. My own learning is limited, in a sense, by my experiences, my upbringing, my culture's wisdom, and my own personal interests. I doubt I will ever fully understand the Pythagorean theorem, or the culinary wisdom of a Polish chef. Nor will I ever understand the precise histories of the Scottish clans, for I am not one of them, nor the practical skills of a Thai carpenter. 

The point being that each and every person is an accumulation of their own culture, upbringing, genetics and mix of experiences. Each person has their own set of wisdoms, unique and very different from our own. 


THOUGHTS ON WISDOM:
WHAT IS THE SOURCE?

 

People will generally agree that wisdom is the ability to think and act from a combination of factors, including: knowledge, experience, understanding, common sense and insight.

The part experiential knowledge has to play is an important one. We often think of a wise person being older in years, as an elder person will often have more knowledge gained from experience than a younger one.


When I was fourteen, I sat my father down and told him my plan to fix the world's problems...

Take a diverse group of people, each person being skilled in a different trade, and let them apply their separate areas of knowledge to certain problems, so that a more holistic solution may be reached. I imagined that each person's wisdom would act as a piece in a puzzle of the true nature of human knowledge. We cannot complete the whole picture with just one economist or one historian.

Given the time, the patience, and the understanding, I am sure a group of un-like-minded people would come to a better understanding of any given situation. A better understanding would, in-turn, lead to better solutions. 

EXAMPLES OF WISDOM THAT ARE NOT MY OWN:
(these things did not originate in my brain)...

'In a battle between elephants, the ants get squashed'
   - Thai Proverb.
'V - E + F = 2'
   - Euler's Equation, pertaining to the nature of spheres.
'When appropriators act independently in relationship to a Common-Pool Resource generating scarce resource units, the total net benefits they obtain usually will be less than could have been achieved if they had coordinated their strategies in some way.'
   - Elinor Ostrom, Nobel Prize Winner 2009.

 


SEEK THE WISDOM OF OTHERS

In light of all this, it is evident that our diversity has become a blessing, bestowing differing sets of wisdom upon each person and each group of people.

As a species, we wish to share our experience and our personal understandings of the world. We tell each other stories. The greatest gift we can give to a person is our attention. An equally great gift we can give ourselves is to listen to others.

Seek the wisdom of others, and you will come to understand them, thus breaking down the illusory boundaries that segregate the Self and the Other; those boundaries are so often the instigators of hateful thoughts and actions. On the other hand, listening to and understanding others will promote, not inner turmoil, but inner peace, which in turn may lead to more peaceful actions. 

 

I think the point I am trying to make here is simply this:

1. Never stop learning, there is always more to learn.

2. Seek the wisdom of Others, and you will find ideas that, although they are based on a different experience, are no less useful or valid. In fact, they may be another piece in the puzzle of experiential human knowledge.

3. Work together, build both local and global villages, because there is no such thing as the Self without the Others. We may benefit from our continued learning and cooperation.

A human being is a part of the whole, called by us ‘Universe,’ a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Not to nourish our delusion but to try to overcome it is the way to reach the attainable measure of peace of mind.
— ALBERT EINSTEIN - FEB 12 1950
Classical Antiquity photoshoot.
Swedish, dutch and swiss style photoshoot.
Broken French doll photoshoot, with a rocking horse and french chair.
Mexican dancer photo, with colours and a backlight.
Italian scooter rocking chair, with model.
Classical nymph pouring water from a jug - real life classical statue.
East Asian style photoshoot, with oriental bed and containers
Native American girl with a bow. Historical style photo.
Matisse style photoshoot - oriental harem girl reclining in cushions.

We are of all this Earth,
and just like every other living thing,
we hold within us : all the power of the Earth,
and all the wisdom needed to heal it.
— ZOE ECCLES

EDWARD SHARPE

Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros playing at Vail Village.

MOMENTS:

Staring upward, towards the glinting stars and galaxies above me, I was within and without myself. I felt a kind of one-ness ripple through the crowd and into my soul, as the lights moved across my half-closed eyelashes. It was as if time had stopped, and there I was, caught forever young. 
Girls heaved up onto burly shoulders; and hands raised in a sea of waving and clapping. A thousand voices raised in song together:  'Ah home. Let me come ho-o-o-me. Home is wherever I'm with you!' 
The getting lost and re-finding of the friends. The long caterpillar-snake of our linked arms as we wove into the crowd. The snatches of conversation, and of smoke.
Freeing my body, dancing only through intuition. The vibrations of a base that reached into my ribs.
The spray of bottles left behind. 
Vail christmas lights at night.
Concert trash.
Christmas lights on trees in Vail Village
Walking through the crowds at a concert.
Concert lights at Edward Sharpe in Vail.
I been sleepin’ for 40 days and
I know I’m sleeping cause this dream’s too amazin’
— EDWARD SHARPE & THE MAGNETIC ZEROS