Why is that hammock empty? Why would anyone, once in it, ever get out of it again.
Doesn’t it look idyllic. Warm. Inviting. The sound of crystal clear waters lapping gently against the shoreline.
There’s even a boat just in case you want to go somewhere else, but you never do because you’re exactly where you want to be.
When I used to dream while awake, the sort of scene featured in that photograph was my fantasising mind’s porn.
Dreaming while asleep was another matter entirely. Although a couple of times it did deliver some calm and soothing tropical paradise.
There’s one dream which I have never forgotten. It was so vivid, so vibrant, colourful. I was standing on a balcony over a tropical sea staring out at the horizon, while a gentle ocean breeze filled my senses with incredible scents and songs.
Simple dreams are sometimes the most memorable and powerful.
When I was a teenager I went on a cruise of the Caribbean. I took hundreds of photographs, eager to capture every moment, all the beauty and enchantment. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
When I got home, developed the photographs, and feasted my eyes upon them. I found that I couldn’t recall any of the places in the photographs.
Those photographs may as well have been taken by someone else of a trip which they took of which I had not been a part.
None of them meant anything to me. I had been so caught up in taking those photographs that I hadn’t actually seen anything. I had no memory of being there.
That day I swore never to take a camera with me when I visited new places. I wanted to remember the places, immerse myself in the experience of being there and take photographs of them with my eyes, for the album of memory, for day dreams.
That was then… and was what I needed to do back then.
“Life is like carrying a message from the child you were to the old man you’ll become, without losing it along the way.”― Yann Arthus-Bertrand
I was a bit of an extremist in those days. All or nothing. I don’t need to be that way anymore.
I can rest, relax.
Fill an empty hammock with random musings.
Why do you think that hammock is empty?
What will you fill it with…
Featured image is Nananu-I-Ra, Fiji by Travel & Shit