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Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Swinging on the Edge

         Oxygen grows thin as mountain tops find themselves tucked in clouds. People’s heads seem to grow dizzy with a sense of reckless abandon as they breathe the thin air. It feels like they’re on top of the world. They’re invincible. It’s almost like they could scoop up their childhood fantasies rushing back in vivid clarity, take a step, and fly.

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         Someone in Ecuador decided to bring youthful imagination to a reality. After all, when you’re on top of the world, who’s to tell you otherwise? The invention hangs from Casa del Arbol, or “The Treehouse” (Atlas Obscura). The endearing structure is perched in the boughs of a tree ‘living on the edge’. It holds onto the mountain with deeply embedded roots, daring the wind to shake it even in the slightest.

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         Simple ropes clutch at a protruding pole, drifting down plainly to provide a board attached for a seat. It invites with a gentle sway. Take a seat, it says. One sits, hands clutching the rope, and the swing continues its lull, a gentle shush, a rock and a tip; breathing calm air into hungry lungs.

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         Dangling feet begin dancing kicks, impatience rising, beckoning movement, seeking motion. Fingers begin to hold the cord with more vigor as the swing begins to move, slowly at first, then faster as legs unfurl and begin to pump in eager excitement. Within minutes, moments, the fussy rock and turned into a sailboat on a frolicking ocean. It jumps about with liveliness.

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         Held suspended, with whitening hands, two life lines on a simple plank, the bumpy start is over and you realize you’re flying,... and it’s like you’ve reached the end of the world. It’s a fluid motion of in and out; a pulse, a throb you’ll feel long after you’re gone. Feet glide over tousled grass, and sweep out above a drop. It feels like one of those square globes, as if you could let go and fall in a thrilling leap. Heading down, down, down, just to pop back up into the vast blue sky.

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         The location has a simple charm.

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         Clumpy green grass hugs the mountainside, sticking up like restless hair on the crown of a person with their head in the clouds. Across the drop, billowing clouds kiss the top of the volcanic mountain, sliding the kisses down his face with the slinking fog. It is a gentle caress, diffusing the idea of dangerous heat into misty wisps. The sky is a soft blanket of blue cotton, tucking fussy children safely into a place where dreams take flight.


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         The experience encapsulated in a few words would be:
         Exhilarating,
         Thrilling,
         Boundless.

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         Finally, feet touch reality again, head spinning with wonder. All the cares in the world have taken flight and flown away while sitting on the swing at the edge of the world.

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References:


"Swing at the End of the World." Atlas Obscura. Web. 7 Dec. 2015. <http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/swing-at-the-end-of-the-world>.


I read these others to get a feel for the place, but can’t really cite them specifically. They’re here for credit though as they were still very helpful:


Morton, Ella. "The Swing at the End of the World." Web. 9 Dec. 2015. <http://www.slate.com/blogs/atlas_obscura/2013/11/27/the_swing_at_the_end_of_the_world.html>.


"The Crazy Swing at Casa Del Arbol in Ecuador | Oddity Central - Collecting Oddities." Oddity Central Collecting Oddities. 4 July 2013. Web. 9 Dec. 2015. <http://www.odditycentral.com/travel/riding-a-swing-on-the-edge-of-a-cliff-in-ecuador.html>.


"The Swing at the End of the World." EMORFES. 14 Sept. 2013. Web. 9 Dec. 2015. <http://emorfes.com/2013/09/14/the-swing-at-the-end-of-the-world/>.

"A Thrilling Swing That Sits At The 'End' Of The World." A Thrilling Swing That Sits At The 'End' Of The World. Web. 10 Dec. 2015. <http://designtaxi.com/news/359055/A-Thrilling-Swing-That-Sits-At-The-End-Of-The-World/>.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Regal Steps



          Arches stand like sentinels rimming the top of the square enclosure. Offering a support to grasping arms, and an all-seeing eye down the well. 

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         Hundreds of steps tier deep down to a well of water. They stretch in meticulous pattern beckoning people to travel down their depth. The scorching sun’s reach is dampened the further down one goes. A damp cold begins to wrap around the traveler, replacing their sticky hot sweat with a slight chilling relief. The end prize at the bottom is a basin of water, large and full, waiting for containers to be filled to the brim with wet. Satisfied travelers guzzle the water and let it drip down their chins in a carefree contentment. Then perhaps they dip their containers in to capture the liquid to carry to the top.
Chand Baori Stepwell. Abhaneri, India. 
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         Connected to the stepwell is a temple. The whole area used to draw people into gatherings. The steps offered a proud seat with a sweet perspective, along with a cool relief from the hotter air above. Perched among the ups and downs tiering down to the water, people can taste the feeling of a bird’s perspective, or crouch like a great cat prowling and scoping out its prey. They can feel the slight thrill of being up high and realizing that they are actually kind of in a pit, and experience the mind turning over the ideas presented by this seeming impossibility. 
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         This location of crafted steps is an aged stepwell, Chand Baori, located in India. The stone is carved in an almost regal way. It beckons people to sit on its steps and admire its art - to climb up and down, around its walls, rubbing hands over the breathing stone as if to feel the very walls take a deep breath of life from brushing fingertips. The stone fits together like puzzle pieces, some large some small, all snuggled together to create a masterpiece of symmetry and precision. 

         Shadows cut edges with the stone, creating a contrasting staccato; adding depth and layer with an illusion of endlessness. They stretch on and on; clean, and precise, contributing a thin variance.

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         Today the well still captures water in the dry climate, but it no longer offers it up to quench the thirst of those who brave its steps. It has grown green and murky in a disconcerting way which testifies of its current disuse. Perhaps another source of water was found - more easily accessed - a thief exploiting laziness and appealing to the urgency of time and convenience; and turned the water green with envy; a spiteful aura sliding into its depths, poisoning the tranquility it once offered so openly. 

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         One cannot help but remain somewhat drawn to the intriguing place though. It still echoes of the glorified past it once had, where it thrived with life; capturing water to satisfy thirst and give life to others. Its heydays are over, but the ghost of them will continue to haunt all who happen across the cut stone. Its voice whispers through the air a promise of its past; when it stood regal; a royal ruler who gave as long as it kept receiving. 

Chand Baori Well, India
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Resources:
"20 Places You Can't Believe Really Exist." Alot Travel. 22 May 2015. Web. 17 Oct. 2015. <http://travel.alot.com/themes/20-places-you-cant-believe-really-exist--6572?s=14>.

"Chand Baori Step Well in Rajasthan, India." Chand Baori Step Well in Rajasthan, India. Web. 17 Oct. 2015. <http://www.amusingplanet.com/2012/10/chand-baori-step-well-in-rajasthan-india.html>.