A View From Wednesday
Translated by
Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones, Jnr
Wednesday, September 06, 2006


Ta Phrom, Angkor Watt,
Cambodia. March 2001

The jungle has a particular smell, the dawn sun leaches night moisture from the ground, so swirling mist obscures your footing, the smell of freshness tinged with the smoke of distant humanity and the rotting of fallen leaves...the tangle of vines, leaves bristling with hairs designed to grab and itch and irritate...

…the incessant buzz of the lone mosquito, homing in on sweat sheen and uncovered skin, brings with it a peculiar dance: step, swipe, step, slap, dodge branch, step, swat...the whole time small beads of sweat trickle down your spine...

…fallen shapes, of angles not born in nature, hint at a one time civilization, and indistinct forms grow with each step into the recognizable, the fallen, the broken, and with final step the jungle parts and ruins lay scattered before you...

…I spent three days clambering over the ruins here, three days with child-like wonderment imagining the purpose of passages and staring with rapt fascination at the carvings upon lintels...fallen blocks reclaimed by nature only added to the beauty...climbing, amazed with what each corner revealed...three days too short to fully explore and yet three days to imprint a mind and imagination forever...

...some of our best memories are imprinted slowly...gently layered piece by piece over the long drawing of time; others are stamped with force in the briefest of moments...
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8 Comments:

  Anonymous bec said...

 oh, it was your sepia cambodian photo that made me linger and read the other day. now another one, how lovely!

 10:57  


  Blogger Scorpy said...

 Mate, I love the photo, love the writing and feeling it conveys but I really miss my Friday indulgance :)

 11:55  


  Blogger Shaz said...

 Angkor Watt sounds gorgeous...hope you were able to see Borobudur too...

 14:13  


  Blogger sipwine said...

 I'm definitely with Scorpy on all accounts.

Friday indulgance was a favorite. I'd go to the bars that evening and order whatever the FI was.
It was like a toast to my world and the blog world combining.

 20:37  


  Blogger Deezee said...

 "...some of our best memories are imprinted slowly...gently layered piece by piece over the long drawing of time; others are stamped with force in the briefest of moments..."

beautiful words...

 23:39  


  Blogger Miss Devylish said...

 Really like the last bit there.. leaves a mark.

 03:55  


  Blogger Jenna Howard said...

 I have the sudden desire to get lost in time.

 05:46  


  Blogger Indiana said...

 Bec: Thank you.

Scorpy: We'll see what we can do this week. ~wink~ (NTS: Scorpy wants a skimpy g-string arse on display tomorrow)

Shaz: Yep I have made the trek into and across Indo to see Borobadur

QSW: While I am sure scorpy enjoyed the drinks, I think he was more focused on something a little more carnal.

Deezee: Thank you.

Miss D: Everything does, only some are visible, and not all are painful.

Jenna: Getting lost in time, and with time to spare is almost the best adventure of them all.

 07:26  


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