Lake O’Hara Solitude
Scout Field Log #0045
by Blake Edwards
Zion National Park, Utah
by Rebecca K.
“As he ascended into the Himalayas, he felt as if he were walking into a myth, up into the mountains and back in time. ‘If I can’t get a good book out of this,’ he remembers thinking to himself, ‘I ought to be shot.’”
Manhattan, New York City. January 2014.
Looking like Gotham.
— Joy Wilson (via thatkindofwoman)
"She was (and knew she was) my Luthien. I will say no more now. But I should like ere long to have a long talk with you. For if as seems probable I shall never write any ordered biography—it is against my nature, which expresses itself about things deepest felt in the tales and myths—someone close in heart to me should know something about things that records do not record: the dreadful sufferings of our childhoods, from which we rescued one another, but could not wholly heal wounds that later often proved disabling; the sufferings that we endured after our love began—all of which (over and above personal weaknesses) might help to make pardonable, or understandable, the lapses and darknesses which at times marred our lives—and to explain how these never touched our depths nor dimmed the memories of our youthful love. For ever (especially when alone) we still met in the woodland glade and went hand in hand many times to escape the shadow of imminent death before out last parting."
J.R.R. Tolkien - On why he wishes to include the name “Luthien” on Edith’s tombstone (written to Christopher Tolkien)