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The Quest

Holding to my self-centered holiday tradition, I decided to spend Christmas by myself, in the mountains. The plan was to snowshoe from the mid mountain snow-gate of Ebbits pass, to a hidden cabin, deep in the mountain. I would then spend the next three days in silence. I planed to meditate, read from the Course in Miracles, and survive on a raw diet. The idea was to surround myself with the stillness of nature, and then I would listen for the stillness within myself. I knew that I was going to have a profound transformational experience. However, those experiences rarely come in the form that we choose.

I arrived at the base of the mountain around 12:00pm. My goal was to reach the cabin by 3:00pm, because that is the time that it begins to get dark, and I still needed to chop firewood. To my surprise the snow-gate was closed much further down, than I anticipated. In fact it was more that three times as far as originally planned. Determined to have my spiritual experience, I opted to proceed. I loaded my fifty-pound bag onto my back, strapped on my snowshoes, and I was on my way. It wasn’t long before the high elevation began to take its toll. I was also experiencing hip pains due to the heavy load I was carrying. I decided to take my first break at 3:00pm. Drenched in sweat, I shoveled granola and orange slices into my mouth, and finished off the rest of my water. I stretched my legs a bit, and continued up the mountain. By 4:00pm I was becoming very fatigued, and the pain in my hips was becoming more difficult to handle. It seemed that I was stopping every ten minutes just to try to catch my breath. It was getting darker, and the temperature was dropping quickly. I knew that I was past the point of no return, and decided to take off the snowshoes, to help alleviate the pain. Taking off the shoes did help with the pain, however it made the hike much more difficult. At 5:00pm I reached the turn off that headed up to the cabin. The temperature was around -12c and I could feel my sweaty hair and cloths begin to freeze solid.  I was relieved to know that I was close. On the other hand, I knew that I still had another mile of the steepest, and most difficult terrain ahead of me. It wasn’t long before I became extremely exhausted. I could only walk about twenty feet before I had to take a break. As I clumsily made my way up the path, I continuously crossed fresh mountain lion and coyote tracks. Somewhere between 5:00pm and 6:00pm my body began to fail. I was soaking wet with sweat and freezing cold. I was totally dehydrated. It seemed that I couldn’t walk more that fifteen feet without dropping to my knees. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. As darkness overtook everything, I could literally hear the forest coming to life with animals. Having been to the cabin before, I knew that if I didn’t find it before it became completely dark out, there was a good chance I wouldn’t find it at all. I pressed forward a bit more. My vision became very blurry, and I began to feel disoriented. Completely exhausted, I fell to my knees one last time. Honestly the thought of failing or giving up never crossed my mind. However, My body was so weakened, nothing was crossing my mind. The next thing I remember was being surrounded by bright pink light. I actually had the thought that I was dying. I lifted my head and realized that the sun was just setting over the distant mountaintops. This was illuminating the clouds above me in a brilliant pink. The sky was baby blue, and looked like it had huge wads of cotton candy floating in it. I turned my head to the left and looked over the valley below, and the peaks beyond. All of the snow was neon pink. I felt an indescribable calm come over me. All the fear of dying was replaced with an unbelievable peace. Were before I was thinking about the cold, the dark, my breath, my dehydration, my pain, and mountain lions. Now I had no thought. My mind had emptied, as if someone pulled the plug from the bottom of a bathtub. I truly felt that this sunset was the world showing me the way home. With the assistance of my snowshoes, I managed to push myself to my feet. I stumbled for a second as I regained my balance, then I took a step, and another. In fact I didn’t stop again. For the next twenty minutes I pushed up through the knee-deep snow. At around 6:30pm I saw the cabin. It was only thirty feet away, but it felt like two miles. I literally crawled to the front door. I twisted the wooden latch and pulled myself inside. Completely out of breath, I shook my bag off of my back, and began fumbling though it with my numb, immobile fingers. I retrieved a candle and a lighter. It is very difficult to get a freezing lighter to light, especially when you can’t feel your fingers. Finally I got the candle lit. As the soft orange glow of the flame filled the room I saw, four perfect pieces of firewood next to the wood-burning stove. I shove wads of newspaper into the stove, while simultaneously shoving granola and apple into my mouth. Once the glow of the newly formed fire enveloped the small room. I was pleased to find a case of bottled water. All the bottles were frozen solid, but I had plenty of time to thaw them. I warmed up by the fire for the next hour, before I decided that I had to find some more wood. I limped to the door, and with my headlamp began to look around outside for wood. To my absolute amazement there was a stack of wood, just under the cabin. In fact there was two nights worth of wood, which was perfect because, that is exactly how long it took me to recover.

Over the next day and a half, I did a bit of reading, as I had originally planed. However, mostly I just sat in stillness. I listened to the crackle of the wood burning, and the sound of the snow falling off of the trees. I listened to the creaking of the cabin as it expanded and contracted with the cold, and the sounds of animals in the distance. It is amazing, what music the world plays, if you only listen. I was over whelmed with a feeling of greatness. Not just because I didn’t physically die, but because I AM apart of all of this.

After I regained my strength, I left the cabin. The hike back proved to be much less difficult, as it was all down hill, and I had a different disposition on things. Something died on that mountain, and thankfully it wasn’t my body. For 48 hours I have enjoyed clarity, unlike any that I have ever felt before. Perhaps it will diminish in intensity, but it will never be lost.

The universe will always provide you with the experience that is needed to further your consciousness.

Eckhart Tolle

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Interview with Kristen Remmington

Recently I have been trying my hand and photojournalism. It’s a very different experience than the staged lighting setups, which I have become accustomed to. I have to say that it is a bit daunting to come into an unfamiliar environment, and have produce professional images with nothing other that a speed light and whatever natural light is bouncing around.

I had the pleasure of photographing Kristen Remmington’s (channel 2 News) interview. The interview took place at her residence. It was pleasures to discover that, she was not only an extremely cheerful and pleasant person, but she had not let any of her success go to her head. Her grounded views on her life were humble and insightful. After the interview, we broke for a quick lunch and continued do to the news channel 2 station, to get some shots of her in work mode. Having personally seen many studios, I wasn’t surprised to see that it was very common to any other studio-working environment. I did however enjoy that the lighting was already set up for me, so all I had to do at that point was point and shoot. Over all is was a great experience and I hope my future assignments yield the same success.

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What is Art?

“I believe, that when I take a photograph, it has less to do with the way I see the world and more to do with the way the world sees it’s self through me”.

Ask a thousand different people what they think the definition of art is and you will get a thousand different answers. For me art is about the elements of creation fusing with the present moment. It’s not just about the photographer or the model, but it’s about the entirety of everything happening. It’s about the knowledge and skill gained in the past and the way it contributes to the moment. The end product is simply the remains, but even it continues to create as it affects those who view it. The perceptions of those people become the creation and it inspires and dictates the course of their lives. Since all perception is different and subject to the observer, any creation from the next person is completely unique and one of it’s kind. At that point any creation stemming from that person will then affect all others who see it and so the cycle of creation continues.

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The Blind Man

Once again, I found myself walking down Cuba St. As a approached a cross walk, I noticed a blind man waiting by the curb. He was wearing an old brown leather jacket that looked as if it had kept him warm through many winters. The wrinkly fingers of his right hand wrapped naturally around his white and red cane. His thin, frizzy, white hair blew around in the cool fall breeze.   I decided to hang back a bit, so I could keep an eye out for him and make sure that he made it to the other side safely. After we both reached the other side of the street, I quickened my pace and proceeded to walk past him. As I passed him on his left side, I glanced over at his face and was completely taken back by what I saw. He was smiling at me. He had a smile, the likes of which I have never seen before. I immediately smiled back. I thought to myself, “that’s strange, perhaps he just has poor vision, but could still see me.” However after watching him encounter a small advertising sign in his path, I could tell that he was completely blind. I had to turn and look at him again. It wasn’t just the smile but the underlying peace that accompanied it.  I found a bench to sit on, so I could watch him walk by. He slowly  made his way towards me. He would occasionally encounter an obstacle,  and mindfully negotiate his way around it. He drew closer to me and even though I was sitting in silence, I could tell that he was quite aware of my presence. When he got to about eight feet from me his radiant face slowly turned in my direction. He made no expression other than holding that same beautiful smile. At this point my face almost hurt as my smile felt like it extended ear to ear. He continued on his way and I took a moment and found myself laughing out loud. It was a laugh from the deepest part of me. It was the laugh of a profound realization. Here I was surrounded by people, and the only person who could see me was a blind man. Or perhaps more accurately put, he was a person who had lost there vision, but had gained the ability to see.

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Dynamic Light

DYNAMIC LIGHT

Standing on the forefront of the spiritual intersection.

To all the unknown and shapeless paths. The not yet realized and the simply unperceived. I ask, “uncloak and reveal”. May all hindrances liquefy and return to the depths of unconsciousness from which they came. Let stillness become the raw nerve that is now exposed to the elements, which guide this vessel. Unhook the four keys of your jailers ring and place them into the four locks that surround the cell of your past.

1st key: Fear of the unknown.
2nd key: Question of the unknown.
3rd key: Anticipation of the unknown.
4th key: Delusion of the unknown.
Simultaneously turn the keys and open to truly view the unknown.
Allow for the eyes of you soul to adjust, for the dynamic light of the unknown is bright.

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A Letter To An Old Friend

Hello Paul, my name is Scott Lomill. I don’t know if you remember me, but I came to you about eight years ago. I had sessions two to  three times a week, for about a year.  At first the sessions were based around my depression and my life situation. However, later as I began to become less entangled in the head, we would focus on broader topics such as spirituality, life and inner and outer purpose. Now eight years later, I find myself sitting by the ocean in New Zealand, with a very deep sense of piece and presence. I decided to take a mental trip back to the origins of when it all began to change for me, and it led me to you.  I felt compelled to write this letter and tell you, that the time we spent together and the guidance you gave me, was the corner stone of my spiritual path. The thing I remember most about our sessions, was not that you were able to say the right things all the time, but that you were able to say nothing and generate enough stillness to allow me to hear myself. What you helped me create during our sessions, has been taken with me and shared with friends, family and strangers alike around the world, and for that I offer you my deepest and most heart felt THANK YOU. You truly made a difference, not just to me, but to everyone I have ever known.  I wanted to leave you with this link to my blog. http://echoedphoto.com/blog/the-man-who-changed-the-world/  It is about something that happened during my travels in China. The story is called The Man Who Changed the World. It’s about the knowledge and kindness we take with us out into the dark corners of the world. We share it with each other and intern become the man who changed the world.  The man who changed the world is you and it is me. 

Thanking you for living your purpose
and helping me find mine.
Scott Lomill

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The Number One Most Used Word in Photography

What is the number one most over used word in photography? I will give you a hint. It’s completely vague, it is devoid of any true meaning (in photography), due to it’s over use, and it appears in 99.9 percent of all photographer bio’s, blogs and statements. It is of course, the word PASSION. Yes, photographers are certainly passionate about the word passion. It appears that there is no better word in the english language to convey the importance of photography, to an individual, than the word passion. The dictionary definition for passion is.
1. Strong and barely controllable emotion.
2. An intense desire or enthusiasm for something.
3. Intense sexual desire. (kinky)
So it is safe to say that we ether have A. roving gangs of emotionally unstable photographers roaming the streets. Or B. just a few to many of us have been reading each other bio’s and trying to work the word passion into our own favor.
The point of this blog isn’t really about the word passion. It is about thinking for yourself. Isn’t that what photography and art is really all about? Get creative, not only with your pictures, but with your thoughts. Or even better yet. Drop the thoughts all together and allow the being-ness of who you are, to flow though you and into your art.

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Monet

Today was the first time I had ever set my eyes the beautiful impressionist work of Monet. The Te Papa museum in Wellington, is hosting fifty five of the artists pieces. As soon as I saw the work I was immediately captivated. His use of color to represent light was unbelievable. His paintings offered a clear glimpse into another time, yet they still left just enough to the imagination to allow one to use there own imagination. It quickly became clear to me that this was the work of the universe, giving it’s impression of it’s self. It was simply using Monet’s hand as the conduit. As I made my way over to another area, there was a small group of children seated on the floor in front of a painting. It was a painting of a lilly pond. The teacher asked the children,”what do you think, Is the water warm or cold”?  They all simultaneously said “cold”. Even to a child’s mind, Monet is able to convey the mood and feeling of the scene.

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One Fine Day in Queenstown

The day started off with a gondola ride to the top of the mouton. I watched as Marla soared off on a para glider. I then proceeded to the land luge, and took a couple runs down the mouton. After grabbing a quick bite to eat. I parted ways with Marla and Chelsea and I headed out for the Nevis bungy point. We had to catch a bus to take us up the privately owned road. As we neared the top of the mouton I could smell the bus begin to stink if body oder, as everyone realized what they had gotten themselves into. After gearing up we took a small cable car out to the Nevis shack. You can really get to see a person’s true colors just before they are about to take 439 foot drop into a canyon. It seemed like it was the big talkers that really had the scared animal look in there eyes. After you leave the launch board you have a full six seconds of free fall to get to know yourself better. Nothing clears the mind like a near life experience. Afterwards we returned to Queenstown for a celebration drink. We ended up going a bar called Minus 5. It was my first time in an ice bar. Everything was made of Ice including the glasses. The entire room was adorned with elaborate ice sculptures and ice furniture. All in all, A fine day.       Click here to see my Nevis drop.

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Hats Off

I want to take a second and give my respect to all those who are avid bloggers. As you can see from my blog history, I am terrible at it. However, I shall press on, or blog on, or what ever. After capturing many beautiful images on my first south island trip, I am excited to be preparing for my second trip. I have created a New Zealand gallery on my web site www.echoedphoto.com. Check them out if you haven’t already. I always encourage feed back. Other than that. It’s windy, rainy and I am staying in side to get some work done.

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