It's not as if there's anything missing - more that the invisible pieces are not given a fair airing. I have been a clown, comedian, actor, playwright, father, son, husband friend, teacher, community arts worker, manager,tourist ..... "My Missing Life" is me the writer, the photographer, the storyteller.
Saturday, 14 January 2012
Yearning
I'm sitting on the side of my bed at 4 in the afternoon at the Mt Cook YHA looking in the direction of MT Cook (New Zealand's highest peak).
It's raining cool January rain and the mountain is hiding. A Korean man I spoke to last night said as he stood at the door of the Hostel "I just want to see her". He had such yearning in his voice.
He left this morning unsatisfied.
Unrequited
South Korean gentleman
Peers into the mist
A vigil for his lost love
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2 comments:
Such longing to see a mountain which will not yield to the desire, though I don't suppose it was the mountain's choice. more the weather's. Lovely image.
As someone who has so rarely seen mountains, I understand how he felt.
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