Inspired by the lovely poem I received from my mother on my most recent birthday, I decided to publish the poem that I wrote for Mischa’s birthday earlier this year. I won’t be winning any literature prizes, but I think it captures a certain aspect of the rugged mountain life of southern Patagonia.
— Travel & Art —
What happens to the brain in nature and the wilderness? From my window seat, I could see the endless fields of snow-capped mountain peaks receding into the distance. Like velvet ripples on an ice-cream cake.