"But there are also the landscapes we bear
with us in absentia, those places that live on in memory
long after they have withdrawn in actuality."
Robert Macfarlane
All of us have our own inner gallery of pictures. They may have joyous memories or be horrible landmarks, but they are crisp in detail within the frames of our mind. We can deliberately visit these internal halls of reflection, but sometimes we just find ourselves delicately placed there.
Stacking rocks on Maui; Boulder Junction, Wisconsin, sitting on a huge boulder; Sedona, Arizona vortexes; Portaging in Canada; 'The Rocks" in Chicago; Cliffs in Acapulco, Mexico; Diversity in St Thomas; New Orleans jazz; San Francisco trolleys; Seattle open markets ... all creating a personal album with my memories.
These landscapes in our mind bring us comfort and a sense of belonging to a different time and space. We can gently close our eyes and silently be transported to relive these scenes which stir emotions which might expand or contract dependent upon our state of mind. They are a part of our history that is held dear to cherish alone, and not so much with others.
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