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Into The Mountains: Part 2.

Hi! First of all, thank you for following me. Second, as a Portuguese living in Switzerland for a while now, I got to travel around this beautiful country and that’s how I recognized some of the places in your pictures. Just a curiosity, did you know that Lauterbrunnen and the Berner Oberland inspired J.R.R. Tolkien (he travelled to the Swiss Alps in 1911) to create some of the fantastic locations, namely Rivendell, in the novel “The Lord of the Rings”? He too got astonished by its beauty!

Wow, there is so much cool information there, thank you for sharing, I am a big fan of Tolkien. The Swiss Alps are magical, and now that I think back on my travels there, I can see the inspiration. The Rivendell Peter Jackson depicts in the movies is almost identical the the mountains  and valleys in Switzerland. Hope you are well :)

alandirene asked:
Love your posts! Are you on Instagram?

I am, username is : JoshaEversham :)

bevlim asked:
Wow, firstly, thankyou so much for the follow. I have look through your tumblr and it seems that your life is pretty interesting and exciting. Hope to see more of you leaving your footprints around the world. :) looking at your photos and your blogs makes me wanna go on a trip as soon as possible by myself. But may i ask how did you managed to travel so often? Or did you start your savings since young? :)

Thanks friend. Everyone should travel, it is one of the only things that money can buy that will make you truly happy. As a person I am very extreme, in that I throw myself into endeavours with rich intensity and complete focus. Thus if I am recording an acoustic set of songs, it becomes everything I think about, and all my energy becomes fixated on achieving that goals. With travel it is the same. I will just try and save everything I have and earn, and spending on day to day living almost becomes non-existent. I don’t think that is a particularly healthy way to live, and I am slowly starting to develop more balance with these extremes. But if you are going to save for travel, you will need to make a sacrifice in some areas of your life, which will be easy decisions if your heart truly is on the future adventures. 

Into The Mountains: Part 1. My dad has always held my adventures in high regard, asking about every little detail, from what insects i come across, to what valleys look like from the highest peaks. He always has shown great interest in my life, even when he may have much more important events in in his own. There is a particular mountain range that he often use to talk about hiking, always saying that one day he hoped we could go on it. And the time finally came, and i was only to happy to take him there. It was a great experience that I will never forget about sharing, and being able to go on this journey with my dad will always be one of my favourite memories. We saw some really cool local wildlife, including the often elusive emu’s, travelled through different seasons, cut across valleys, and disappeared into the clouds. This is the first photo set, the journey up into the mountain ranges. 

So this is how it feels to be a lumberjack

So this is how it feels to be a lumberjack

Back in the mountains

Back in the mountains

Midnight Thoughts

Somewhere between childhood and now, people often lose their touch with that ambitious, irresistible desire for adventure, the true, unforeseeable kind that gets a story or two out of your life rather than just a set of statistics and a pay day. While people have adventured plenty since being a child, something subtle in the underlying zeal of their perspective has waned, that ounce of naiveté, a child-like quality that allows for the spontaneous and the uninhibited, a sentiment you should wish to rekindle. It is never to late to feel that fire burn again inside once again. I have felt the wonder and excitement of formulating new dreams and projects without letting the ego interfere or concern for what others may think. I have started to soften up my calloused mind, to loosen my filters and preconceptions and let the child within be again. While exploring distant places may be a part of this renewal, I am most excited about what lays right at my doorstep, forays into the woods, creative nights in the studio, moving cities and vagabonding over the high peaks. With the onset of winter a whole new world reveals itself to the senses. A quieter yet harsher environment, with more involved consequences but higher rewards. Naiveté does not imply carelessness. Rather, it demands a shift in perspective from the automated, learned view of what a place has to offer. It allows for curiosity and letting oneself be surprised by what the mountain may reveal. I can never know a place too well. I should never put limits on a place’s depth. If I keep searching, if I keep being awed, my sense of adventure will forever be renewed. And, that is a feeling worth revisiting again and again.

lifelister asked:
Why, hello there. I finally own my first ukelele. I've always wanted to play. Where do you recommend I start my learning?

Rad! The ukulele is such an accessible, humble instrument. I would encourage people to step away from their computers and televisions and make some music of their own, preferably with friends, all possible with the Uke! The best way to practice for a completed beginner is just to buy or download a song book with tabs, and just play songs until they start sounding good. Try and pick easier songs with chords like C, G, D, F, A or Am. They should be easier to pick up! And after a while you can start fingerpicking. But most of all just have fun. That’s what the ukulele is about, enjoying music.

I have been sitting on this photo set, unsure on whether it was appropriate to share. If I am going to post the good about the world, then sometimes I need to share the evil,  and it doesn’t get more disturbing then concentration camps from the second world war. I visited the Mauthausen-Gusen concentration camp complex in Austria, which was a group of Nazi concentration camps that were ran from 1938 to 1945. Like many of the horrendous death tolls, the remain unknown, although this area is estimated between 122,766 and 320,000 people. Terrible acts happened within the walls, and it still resonated. It is like the earth and land surrounding the camp still remember all the deeds, and an eerie silence floats in the air. There are no birds flying across the land, there are no small animals, just silence. Silence and sad memory. Walking through the courtyards and hallways was a heavy experience. Any positivity or joy is absent, and I felt the weight of the crimes.

Reading the stories, and being in the same area made everything I thought was a tough experience in life pale in comparison. Extermination through labour, gas chambers, torture, death marches, medical experiments. At the camp I was at they had an area called the ‘stairs of death’. Prisoners would carry stone up to 50 kilograms in weight up 185 stairs. As they followed one after another, if one fell at the top it would create a terrible domino effect, crushing the next prisoner down, falling onto the next, and so on. Another way the guards inflicted death was to line up everyone along a cliff face, and gave the option to prisoners to either push off another prisoner, or get shot. Apparently the life expectancy for new prisoners was 6 months at the start of the war, but by the end it was less then 3. On the 5th of May, 1945 an American Squadron approached the camp and liberated the surviving prisoners. I don’t really know what more to say. Experiencing in person was horrible, but it needs to be done. We need to not brush away lightly the crimes of the past, but remember them in crucial detail, so that it will never happen again. If you are travelling through Europe, it is a necessity that you visit a camp. Being there made it more real, not just a distance time and place that we study in high school. It will change you, and with that change, hopefully fill you with the strength to not let the helpless be unfairly treated in the future. Let us never forget.