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Descent into Madness By Ken Thomas
Ascent At the trailhead, the hiking is easy – I don’t even need my gear for the first mile. But at the point where the last of the weekend warriors turn back, the path splits and falls off, eventually disappearing into last night’s snow. Now I gear up and prepare for the ascent. The waterfall is completely frozen over, and I kick into the ice – shards explode and scatter to the ground. Within the hour, I am almost to the lake.
The Loch With the lake in view, I pull the camera from my pack. Someday I’m sure I’ll shoot nothing but digital, but there’s something about film that connects me to my surroundings, and keeps bringing me back. Two spent rolls later, I have what I’ve come for. I tuck the camera back into my pack and return down the waterfall.
The Shot As I head down, I notice the subtle shift of light. There’s a glow on the ridge that I simply must capture. I secure myself on the wall of ice and remove my pack to retrieve my trusted friend… Damn – I have to re- load. My fingers work clumsily in the cold and I become preoccupied with the task. Not wanting to blow the light, I try to hurry…
Awakening I have no idea how long I’ve been here – there is no time. There is only pain. I can’t see my pack… No first aid kit – no water. Relief replaces the welling panic when I hear a voice calling out from somewhere beyond the wall of ice separating me from the trail.
Confession “Can I confess something? I tell you this, because as an artist, I think you’ll understand...” I recognize this man… it’s Duane… Christopher Walken’s role in “Annie Hall.” Chris often invades my waking hours in day dreams – I practically channel him, but he’s never come to me this way. I can’t seem to separate the dream from reality. He’s real… he’s here…
Shattering “Sometimes when I'm driving on the road at night, I see two headlights coming toward me. Fast, I have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly head on into the oncoming car. I can anticipate the explosion, the sound of shattering glass, the flames rising out of the fueling gasoline.” The message is clear… Duane is going to drive me home. Captain Koons has come to bring me my Father’s watch. Gabriel is collecting souls to prepare for the next war in Heaven... I close my eyes.
The Garden This time when I awaken up, I’m in The Garden. I’m sitting across from Bill Hicks, who has lit a fresh cigarette and begins to speak to me – “The fact that we don’t know the name of every animal in the world tells me one thing – we left The Garden too soon. ‘What’s that?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘It’s a wombat – shut up and go back to the garden.’” Bill’s been gone for several years now… the UFO’s finally came to take him home, and now I’m talking to him…
Time The pain is gone. I am here talking with Bill, and there’s nothing but time. Time, which still holds no meaning for me, is all there is. End
My Photos Mills Lake – Rocky Mountain National Park (a spiritual place, especially in the winter) Christopher Walken – My favorite actor, and a voice I frequently adopt for some reason. I GOTTA have more COW BELL! Bill Hicks (12/16/61 – 2/26/94) – A comic and philosopher – my spiritual guide. One of the original Outlaws of Comedy. In his short lifetime, he shared some of the most brilliant ideas we’ll ever hear. “Please don’t shoot at the UFOs – they may be coming to take me home.” Thirty years of photography, and my mind struggles to understand shooting with digital. If you’re unfamiliar with my gift/curse of time travel, let’s just say that time and I are not on speaking terms at the moment.