May 2012
60 posts
“i have known the taste of salt water,
and the smell of decaying forests
and the cracks in hundreds of sidewalks.
i have loved the gas pedal,
and the airport concourse,
and the ever-changing time zones.
in all of these places,
i thought i could find a home in not having one;
i have chased the sun across the sky so many times,
not yet ready to admit,
you never catch up.” —Anna Peters (topographe) a poem about wanderlust
and the smell of decaying forests
and the cracks in hundreds of sidewalks.
i have loved the gas pedal,
and the airport concourse,
and the ever-changing time zones.
in all of these places,
i thought i could find a home in not having one;
i have chased the sun across the sky so many times,
not yet ready to admit,
you never catch up.” —Anna Peters (topographe) a poem about wanderlust
“Backpacking is the art of knowing what not to take.”
—Sheridan Anderson Baron Von Mabel’s Backpacking, 1980 (via campfiresmell)
