K2 by Jacob Simkin
At 8,611 metres in elevation <br> it stature towers over man <br> but the desire to conquer it is strong <br> avalanches tumble down frequently <br> flash blizzards <br> blinding sun <br> hot and cold <br> frost bite <br> thin air <br> days covered in your own sweat <br> why climb? <br> because it is there <br> nothing matters when you climb <br> you think about a hundred different things <br> you think about the accomplishment in life <br> the failures <br> love <br> regrets <br> fear <br> joy <br> you go mad <br> you starve <br> but you have a focus <br> to past your own expectations <br> of your mind and your body <br> you find a thousand reasons to go back down <br> but few to keep going <br> i am glad to have a chance on it <br> and i am glad i chose to go back down for the safety of my comrades <br> if i was alone i would have assaulted through the avalanches <br> past the dead russian expedition to reach it <br> maybe next time… <br> <br>
profit go to the An nur Foundation to help establish schools in the mountain area of Pakistan
Comments
Stunning photo!
I’ve often commented that were I to climb one of the world’s great mountains I’d climb to within one step of the top and stop … to leave something for next time and to cement in my mind the importance of the journey … who knows if I’d be able to stop
You are lucky man.. I am willing to visit Pakistan, Katmandu, Nepal and hope to climb K2…
Good shot :)))
DREAM OF CLIMBER
The little kid,
The son of Father Rock,
The mother Nature…
No fear in my life
But the peace on the hights,
No darkness in my soul
But the light on the ice..
I am the son of Father Rock,
And the Mother Nature…
The way you look in the mirror
Is the way you see in yourself; will..
Love is K2
The sickness, the madness
The emotion; leads to be
The part of it.
The place where I used to be
In my dreams, my peace..
Since I was a little boy,
Without the richness; some more,
I do enjoy the hills,
Never fear but the peace…
When I was a little boy,
I saw a beauty calling me
Its been ages, the same in the nights
It is K2; the steam the beauty at my side..
I am the son of Father Rock
And the Mother Nature
Belongs to you;
It’s been ages though;
I can’t stop thinking of you…
July1, 2008 Erhan OZBIYIK
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