I spent this weekend in the mountains.
It may sound strange but I get a lot of work done in the hills. Ideas for pieces of music and writing; revelations about love, life, truth and beauty – you name it – they all seem to come more easily than when I’m staying in the city.
I guess it could be the silence or the wide open spaces; it could be the change in environment or the result of amore primal mode of living. Hell, it could be divine intervention for all I know.
Whatever the reason, I always have a notebook ready.
This micro-blog is one of my favorite captures from my time away:
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