Inspired by the theory; presented by Robert M. Pirsig in his contemporary classic book "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"; that the common social question: "What's New?" "...if pursued exclusively, results only in an endless parade of trivia and fashion, the silt of tomorrow." The silt of tomorrow referring back to old channels of consciousness "that have become silted in with the debris of thoughts grown stale and platitudes too often repeated." He proposes that the question "What's Best?" loosens the silt, moves it downstream, and deepens the channels. It is this deepening of channels that inspires me to share my 28 days of "What's Best?"
Day #1; What's Best?: The shear reality that I am able to get into my RV and wander about for 28 days. It is contained in a state of wonder, curiosity, and adventure. Rather than blazing down I-25 to reach a destination, I meandered (as best one can in a 32’ RV towing a jeep, bikes and kayak). I’d say I don’t even meander; it’s more of a lumbering…slowly up and gently down, ascending and descending Colorado mountain passes reaching upwards of 10,000 vertical feet. The grave reduction of speed on these uphill journeys offering enough diversion of focus from the road to allow me to snap photos while I drive. It is duly noted that this brings little comfort to my infrequent passenger. Dolce, on the other hand, views my narrow focus (through my 18-200mm lens) as a distraction from broad awareness of what’s going on around me and sneaks close by, face up over the front dash - for the best view - leaning her head on the massive coach steering wheel. Do not be alarmed, I am keenly aware of the utterly unsafe driving condition which I am describing yet assure you; it’s not quite that dramatic. It parallels a young mother of the ‘70’s driving her car, lit cigarette with dangling ash in one hand, reaching into the backseat to smack her unruly child with the other, screaming at the top of her lungs “if you don’t leave your sister alone and stop crying I’m going to pull this car over and really make it hurt.” This was pre seat belts, and a true story…I was the unruly kid. The fruits of my endeavor (great road photos) far outweigh the probable lung cancer of the 70’s mom or poor kids who suffered the real deal second hand smoke with the car windows all the way up. The health fanatics, anti second hand smoke, and count to 1, 2, 3 instead of hitting your kids crowd of the 90’s being the 30 somethings that resulted from the smoked out backseat beatings. Can anyone relate?
Day #1; What's Best?: The shear reality that I am able to get into my RV and wander about for 28 days. It is contained in a state of wonder, curiosity, and adventure. Rather than blazing down I-25 to reach a destination, I meandered (as best one can in a 32’ RV towing a jeep, bikes and kayak). I’d say I don’t even meander; it’s more of a lumbering…slowly up and gently down, ascending and descending Colorado mountain passes reaching upwards of 10,000 vertical feet. The grave reduction of speed on these uphill journeys offering enough diversion of focus from the road to allow me to snap photos while I drive. It is duly noted that this brings little comfort to my infrequent passenger. Dolce, on the other hand, views my narrow focus (through my 18-200mm lens) as a distraction from broad awareness of what’s going on around me and sneaks close by, face up over the front dash - for the best view - leaning her head on the massive coach steering wheel. Do not be alarmed, I am keenly aware of the utterly unsafe driving condition which I am describing yet assure you; it’s not quite that dramatic. It parallels a young mother of the ‘70’s driving her car, lit cigarette with dangling ash in one hand, reaching into the backseat to smack her unruly child with the other, screaming at the top of her lungs “if you don’t leave your sister alone and stop crying I’m going to pull this car over and really make it hurt.” This was pre seat belts, and a true story…I was the unruly kid. The fruits of my endeavor (great road photos) far outweigh the probable lung cancer of the 70’s mom or poor kids who suffered the real deal second hand smoke with the car windows all the way up. The health fanatics, anti second hand smoke, and count to 1, 2, 3 instead of hitting your kids crowd of the 90’s being the 30 somethings that resulted from the smoked out backseat beatings. Can anyone relate?
The silt being thick and necessitating major excavation, I won’t limit myself to one “best.” Best is a word suggestive of competition and limitation by hierarchy. I instead invite the notion that one best can stand beside another best in equal esteem.
Day #1: “What’s Best?” ~ Dolce and I visited Great Sand Dunes National Park (GSDNP) in Colorado. I am parked in an RV park just outside the entrance, am the only camper, Dolce is completely off-leash and content chasing tennis balls, and I am blessed with mountain views in every direction, quiet with the exception of the wind blustering against the side of the RV (let the record stand that I count that as quiet) and I have time…nothing but time. I have nothing I “have” to do today. Here are my 12 “best” shots from GSDNP.
Day #1: “What’s Best?” ~ Dolce and I visited Great Sand Dunes National Park (GSDNP) in Colorado. I am parked in an RV park just outside the entrance, am the only camper, Dolce is completely off-leash and content chasing tennis balls, and I am blessed with mountain views in every direction, quiet with the exception of the wind blustering against the side of the RV (let the record stand that I count that as quiet) and I have time…nothing but time. I have nothing I “have” to do today. Here are my 12 “best” shots from GSDNP.
I close this evening in excited anticipation for what best tomorrow will bring.
Namasté
I honor the place in you in which spirit dwells ♥ I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and peace ♥ When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, we are one
Namasté
I honor the place in you in which spirit dwells ♥ I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and peace ♥ When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, we are one
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