It's interesting to think of the zillions of ways that mankind can approach life. There's the survival mode - some are just trying to make it through another day. There's the live-it-up-till you die mode - every day is a race to see how much can be wrung from it, like an inexhaustible sponge of joy.
I usually find myself swinging somewhere in between those two.
Like a monkey, I jump from tree to tree, thrilled for a moment to be airborne, then terrified I won't make it, then overjoyed when I land the jump safely in the branches of the next tree. Then I get bored. So I jump again, just for the chance to be breathless.
Welcome to this monkey's lame attempt to describe the swathes of glory we dive through.
Fishing
In Mackenzie, BC, on my uncle's handmade canoe late this summer. I didn't catch anything.
On the Thames
Out on a rowboat on a very typical London day with the Brasilian and South African