“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
Those words are from Henry David Thoreau in his book ‘Walden’, in which he moved for two years to a small cabin in woodlands near Walden Pond to spend his time as simply as possible, writing, philosophising, and simply observing the nature around him for hours on end.
Over the years, that book and the philosophy behind it has become somewhat of an ideal for me, ultimately proving a heavy motivating factor for my Scotland trip in the first place.
This is my second photograph from the trip, taken in the Peak District on the drive up, where I was once again blessed with some seriously good light conditions. But for once, it wasn’t the light that caught my imagination, it was the hut.
In reality, I’d imagine that it’s full of nothing but old farming equipment and cobwebs, but its isolated position really brought to mind Henry David Thoreau sat outside his cabin, focussed on nothing but the present moment, watching life unfold before him.
This image would come to mind again and again throughout the trip.
Part of the Everywhere else collection.