How long does the elephant have left on planet Earth? When will our greatest land mammal cease to wander?
Our notion of progress is tied to continuous industrial development. A notion that has been exported throughout the world. We’ve led ourselves to believe that the point of humanity is to build factories and convert nature into economically viable investments. But is this our true calling? Is this the path towards true enlightenment and natural harmony? What is the point of all the hard work and sacrifices of our ancestors over the millennia? Will we ever sate our need to consume? Or has a history of detachment from nature shaped us into a new type of animal, one who’s needs can never be met.
As more and more animals face extinction, it is up to us to ask ourselves what the point of our species is. Are we here solely to consume? Moving from one land to another until all resources are converted into dollars. And if some progress but others falter, is progress truly a progression?
Climbing Toronto’s CN Tower to raise money for World Wildlife Fund
Hey Everyone! First off, thanks for reading my blog. I appreciate each and every one of you and always look forward to seeing your reactions to my posts.
Next week, I am going to be climbing to the top of the CN Tower, which was formerly the tallest free standing structure in the world. It will be a bit of a slog and no doubt, I will be soaked with sweat. However, in order to join other racers in this sprint to the top, I need to raise 250 bucks!
Since my photos of animals are usually the most popular, I know you are all animal lovers. So, if you can, take a minute and donate whatever you can afford to help support WWF in their fight to preserve the worlds endangered species. Think how boring this planet would be if it were only humans (and tardigrades of course!) and no amazing animals. We get a hell of a lot out of this planet but we rarely ever give back. So here is an opportunity! Thanks for reading!
Cohabiting on the plains of the Serengeti, zebra and wildebeest graze side by side. By enlarging the herd, there are more lookouts for toothsome predators. They may have different stripes, but when united for self preservation and faced with death, the differences fade away.
Just another lesson from the animal kingdom, one that we must embrace if we are to save our home from the perils of climate change. Happy Earth Day!
Poverty has a wide range of effects that reduce peoples potential to contribute to society. By allowing such large portions of our societies to be stuck in poverty, we fail to test the capacity of human progress. If we strengthen the most vulnerable, the whole of society will benefit.
This infographic was taken with permission from Best Psychology Degrees
Unfortunately, my pockets were empty. In retrospect I should have known better. I should have packed some cookies from breakfast just in case. While travelling in a new country, it’s always good to have little odds and ends to give to the swarms of kids that come up to say hello. Or in some cases, a swarm of toque macaques.
I couldn’t resist those big brown eyes so I passed this fine fellow a stick, thinking he might enjoy playing with it. He quickly went about fashioning a pair of chopsticks and then looked back at me as if to say “So where’s the sushi?”
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It was nearing the end of the day when we climbed back into the Landcruiser. We had been driving for hours through the open plains of the Serengeti National Park. We had seen cheetahs sprinting and playing in tall grass, giraffes picking the choicest leaves off the tallest trees, and elephants bathing in fresh springs.
I got in the truck and climbed onto my seat to poke my head out through the open roof. As our driver threw the engine into life, we shot off down the baked dirt road. There I was. In the middle of the Serengeti, surrounded by some of the most exotic animals here on Earth. The wind rushed through my hair and dust burrowed into the crevices of my skin. I looked around in every direction as golden light fell, cascaded across the tall water starved grass.
In my mind, I zoomed out on where I was. I floated high up into the sky, looking down at myself as I became a speck upon a great continent. We all became specks. Specks, all connected through the same flowing energy of our home planet.
I came to, just as a truck further ahead shot dust into the still air, leaving it to hang suspended in the setting sun. Best day ever.
Not far from the small Western Australian town of Cervantes is one of the world’s most unusual deserts. Jutting out of the ever shifting sand dunes are limestone pinnacles, formed from the remains of ancient seashells, swept inland over time.
I had arrived in the Nambung National Park, home of the Pinnacles, as the sun was highest in the sky. I’d heard that the time to explore the eerie desert landscape was with a rising or setting sun, so I wandered down to the crystal blue waters of the Indian Ocean to swim and escape the heat.
As the sun began to sink down to the horizon, I trekked back into the heart of the Pinnacles. Photographers, tourists, and limestone rock enthusiasts congregated to watch the golden light of the setting sun cascade over the alien landscape.
In the aftermath of the “polar vortex”, Toronto surged to a balmy 4 degrees yesterday, which lent itself perfectly to a walk along the waterfront. Large portions of the pathway were covered in ice and required the Canadian shuffle to move along.
I slipped and slid down to the waters edge to watch airplanes land at the small Toronto island airport. Focusing on the planes, I was caught off guard when two swans swooped down in front of me and just as quickly disappeared, camouflaged into the white winter haze.
The Milford Track is the most famous of New Zealand’s spectacular Great Walks. I was lucky enough to do four of the famed walks, but Milford certainly held something special.
On the third day, I arrived at Dumpling Hut at the base of Mackinnon Pass with wet feet and tired legs. The weather wasn’t particularly good but a brave few set off to the top of the Pass, hundreds of meters overhead. I opted for a nap and the opportunity to let my boots dry a bit. By the time I woke, it was getting late in the day and most of the hikers had returned. I wanted to ask them how it had gone, but from the look on their faces I knew the clouds hadn’t cleared. Undeterred, I strapped on my own boots and raced for the top.
It was a long slog with tired legs but as I reached the top of Mackinnon’s Pass, the clouds began to rise. As I sat at the top of the Pass, I uncorked my bottle of wine and watched as the sun splashed down onto the floor of the Arthur Valley.
With the help of my headlamp, I picked my way back down to Dumpling Hut. I snuck inside the hut without anyone noticing and sat with my prized photos of the valley. The next day, everyone pushed over the Pass, but unfortunately, you couldn’t see more than a few feet in every direction. On that trip, the Arthur Valley was all mine.