Adventure

    Explorative travel plays a key role in my life. This page is included because my work is born of context and on many levels borrows inspiration from the places I've been to. It's titled "Adventure" as a way to describe one type of travel. If you ponder on that too long, you may travel differently to me. Adventure is the tales away; the long roadtrips, spending years away studying, living, and working. It is the medley of food, places, people, climates and ecologies, the struggles, music and life experiences both joyous and tearful - wonderful or dangerous. 

     Here is a tiny lens to declare a fleeting moment on some of the things I've found most inspiring and exhilarating along the way. Though that moment comes, how one gets to it can often be challenging to describe - what one feels in the moment within the photo, even more so. But you've made it this far in life (and on this site), so you might already know that. Come take a look. 

Cycling the Death Road, Bolivia 2013

The Tongariro Crossing, New Zealand 2010  

Lithuania

August 2016.

   It was a stint up in the Baltic countries of Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia. We drove from Vilnius up to Riga and then onwards along the Baltic Sea towards Parnu in Estonia. I'm just going to tell you about one thing.

   Though I spent a short time in the past living in Lithuania, this time we drove up to Siauliai and I got to visit the Hill of Crosses (Kryzių Kalnas). There is something profound about the chaos and beauty at the Hill of Crosses. Though it was not a pilgrimage, one can feel the hopes, prayers and awe in the air. It becomes the chaos that silences you.

     

    I tried to capture the prolificity - to show the crosses strewn everywhere; all shapes, sizes, materials, high up, hanging and even coming out of the grass. Crosses added every hour, it all becomes quite immeasurable.

The Hill of Crosses, Lithuania
Macchu Piccu
Macchu Piccu
Sacsayhuaman
Puma Punku
Puma Punku
Puma Punku
Tihuanaca
Trakai
Caccamo
Cusco
Death Road
Death Road
Death Road
Pennsylvania bird spot
Washington DC
The White House
Pirenopolis
Chinatown, NYC
Lower East Side, NYC
Lower East Side, NYC
Brooklyn Bridge, NYC
The Sounds
The Coromandel
Queenstown
Queenstown
Kota Kinabalu
Newcastle, Australia
The Royal National Park
Brasilia
Northern Ireland
Derry/Londonderry
Lake Titicaca
Lake Titicaca
East Tennessee
Pennsylvania
Macchu Piccu
Macchu Piccu
Sacsayhuaman
Puma Punku
Puma Punku
Puma Punku
Tihuanaca
Trakai
Caccamo
Cusco
Death Road
Death Road
Death Road
Pennsylvania bird spot
Washington DC
The White House
Pirenopolis
Chinatown, NYC
Lower East Side, NYC
Lower East Side, NYC
Brooklyn Bridge, NYC
The Sounds
The Coromandel
Queenstown
Queenstown
Kota Kinabalu
Newcastle, Australia
The Royal National Park
Brasilia
Northern Ireland
Derry/Londonderry
Lake Titicaca
Lake Titicaca
East Tennessee
Pennsylvania

Prambanan, Indonesia

I crave it. Adventure. Scenery. Experience. Adrenalin. Mystery. The truth is, every time I traveled far afield, a piece of me died and a new piece; born. The death and birth are not necessarily painful, but nor are they completely painless. It is not something I notice while it is happening, but rather something I realise in retrospect. Sometimes it feels emotional, sometimes it is physical (even grueling), other times it is a mental barrier, language, culture, confusion. And then quite often, it is magical. You handshake something new and then a shift takes place but you didn't see it happen. You become more full, you become more humbled, you shrink and expand at the same time.

 

Now I make sure to keep me eyes wide open, I want to remember it all vividly. I have been fortunate. I count my lucky stars. I have innate adventure and I am grateful for that and I would not trade my experiences for anything. I have visited some unusual places even in familiar lands. And within me, there is a soul craving for the Americas. I sometimes wonder if I have had a past life in the American south... but that's another chunk of mind matter for another time.

 

Eventually, I believe the world writes itself on our faces and it tapestries our hearts, and I am thankful that it is still stitching mine. 

New York City

Hill of Crosses

Queenstown

Costa del Sol

Uxmal

Mexico City

Hagia Sofia

Borobudur

Bali

Melbourne

Legoland

Curcavado

Coromandel

Buddha Park

Lake Titicaca

Amsterdam

Prambanan 

Machu Piccu

Batu Caves

Washington DC

Blarney Castle

Louvre

Gili Air

Sicily

Teotihuacan

Rome

Atlantic crossing

. . .

Uxmal, Mexico

St. Julian's, Malta, Europe

E-mail: jonaedynking@outlook.com

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