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MOLESKINE: by Skip Hunt

This blog is a reinterpretation of a journal-styled travel journal, or "moleskine" where there's no intinerery or chronological order. Each post will have little bits of photos, travel vignettes/stories, a little poetry, etc. Sort of a book you flip through when you feel like escaping for a few moments. Doesn't matter if you flip to the front, middle, or end. Just flip through and dream of the road.

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Location: Austin, Texas, United States

Intuition has led me through 17 countries thus far, and counting. The further I explore, the more I realize how much of this incredible beauty is perpetually unfolding around us and also simultaneously within. When I share these images with others and learn they've also resonated with them in some mysterious way as well, it proves my suspicion that all is indeed one and everything is defined by a difference in sacred frequency vibration.

Image making reminds me to awaken from the slumber and to celebrate life's rich pageantry parading all around us.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Darjeeling ~ Monks


I photographed these young Tibetan monks at a temple near Darjeeling, India. Yeah, the same Darjeeling at the tea. Photos of the grounds and monks were supposed to be prohibited, but the oldest monk in the back of the group, spoke with one of the older monks, then asked me if I would like to take photos. I reluctantly agreed. ;-) And then he also unlocked the main temple for me to photograph the inside. Someone else arrived just after I'd finished shooting and was vehemently denied permission.

I still don't know why they made an exception for me. I didn't even ask. Just enjoyed the moment.


Darjeeling, India

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Tavira ~ Portal


“I've watched you sealed from the inside... and I want to tell you all I've witnessed... All I know...

I've weathered unseen tragedy, and prayed for my eyes to be taken out by some wayward boy...

I rejoiced the end of sight as the first juvenile stone was cast into my shattering eyes, and still I saw...

My embraced the coming decay... my frame rotted and loosed the sockets, and still you insist I go on...

How much more must I view before you let me go?“


Tavira, Portugal

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Bower ~ Quiet


Take me, but let me be...

Wanting your protection from what I do not know...

Ultimately alone in birth as in death...

Just someone to help me get through and remind me I'm not completely alone...

Someone to show me the way...

Someone to walk along with me until I face the last breath and dissolve into the lonley ether...

Someone to keep me quiet in my final chilling storm.


Yucatan, Mexico



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