Finding A Reason To Breathe By Harry Renton

Have you ever felt like you are in a different country even when you’re only a few miles from home? Do you ever go somewhere and imagine yourself elsewhere? Walking through a forest and feeling like you’re at the edge of a forgotten wilderness that only you know about. Maybe driving down a road that seems to never end, it feels like you’ll drop off the edge. You feel. That’s the most important part. 

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That’s why we visit these places because they leave a lasting impression. You can stare up at a landscape from the highest point or sit beneath the trees as they tower over you. You can lose yourself in a sea of faces in the city streets or hide amongst rolling hills in the countryside. It doesn’t matter where you feel content: to be content is feeling fresh mountain air in our lungs and hearing the sound of birds singing high up in the pine trees. It’s feeling every stone move beneath your feet and every brush of the branch against your skin. For some it may be the sound of city traffic and laughter in the street from strangers you’ll never meet, or perhaps the subtle clink of coffee cups in your favourite café.

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It doesn’t matter where you feel content. To simply be in awe and to feel alive in a single moment is something you can’t ask for or buy. Go out and search for it. It’s a beautiful sentiment to live by.

To see more beautiful shots from Harry follow him on Instagram HERE.

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Alpine Awoken By Joshua Fuller

As I woke, peeled back the curtains the wilderness town was engulfed in thick fog. 

my eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. I scattered around the hotel room, strolled out the lobby doors with my coat and camera to be greeted by the brisk morning chill. 

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The fog was low so I stuck to a valley trail towards Zmuttgletscher. The Matterhorn disappeared from sight along with all other glacial peaks. There was a slight mist rolling in from the south which exaggerated the forest atmosphere and provided the perfect moody setting in every direction. 

The autumnal change of the landscape showcased various tones like I’d never seen before and the barely existent wind gave me the greatest sense of freedom. 

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During the decent back down the valley the fog started to lift and disperse across the town of Zermatt. It opened up a window allowing me to capture some of the peaks that encased the beautiful scenery. 

The vibrant green of the mountainous forests and the rich tones of the landscape around the base of the Matterhorn, it was quite the story book beginning to a Sunday morning.

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After traveling back to the hotel I sat on the balcony with a tripod and a 300mm lens to capture beyond civilisation. 

The scenes were incredible, how the distance became visible and the foreground felt within arm’s reach. The ability to create a sense of scale within a photograph is something I love doing and on the morning of my last day in the Alps I felt at home... I felt connected to the beautiful landscapes this planet holds. 

For more epic shots from Joshua check out his website www.joshuafullerldn.com and Instagram @joshua_fuller_

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Lydford Gorge by Joe Eynon

In 2017 we road-tripped to Cornwall and wanted a rest stop along the way, and we're always eager to explore new places, so we picked a place on the map and aimed for it.

We'd chosen an area in Mid-Devon called Lydford Gorge. It's a part of Devon owned and managed by The National Trust, and on past experiences we've found that The National Trust do an amazing job, so we were pretty sure we'd find somewhere special.

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What it gave us was more than we could of imagined. The gorge is the deepest river gorge in the South West of the UK with a spectacular 30 metre waterfall called "The White Lady". There is a circular well maintained and sign posted walk around the gorge taking in the woodlands, farmland, river and waterfall. 

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The first half of the walk takes you through the woodland, high above the river and to the top of the waterfall. We were lucky enough to go on a sunny day and enjoyed the golden light falling on us through the leaves.

Then you walk down a steep set of steps to the bottom of the fall. You follow the path along the rivers edge, some bits can get slippy here, so be careful, until you climb again to the Devil's Cauldron! This is a swirling pool of water through the cliffs which you can almost climb into. As you drop down to the Cauldron the temperature really drops and as it does the noise level goes up. You can sense nature's fury all around you so the name seems very appropriate! 

The total walk takes around an hour, but longer if you stop to take photos and have a sniffing dog with you, like we did! It is the perfect hidden retreat deep in the Devonshire countryside.

For more from the great man himself visit: www.beardedoutdoors.net/

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Motorcycle Diaries - "To The Pyrenees" by Fabio Purroy

It is friday evening when my mind comes back to the times when I used to pack & get ready for a  family roadtrip to Ordesa Valley. I remember the two and a half hour journey, listening to Dire Straits on most of it and the road… that simple two-way country road along its 170km, where the white line divides those who left from those who return.

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However, some years after the highway came to replace the winding road. Four monotonous lanes, which reflect the haste and priority of people for the destination instead of the trip itself. Do not get me wrong, I am not a critic of the highways but a lover of the old routes. What I experienced from them.

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Friday evening. Preparing my backpack again, just like 16 years ago. Hours later, early in the morning, the single piston starts the ride.

Leaving the city, the way goes sheltered by the forested hills of  Elorz Valley. You need 30 minutes to reach Loiti pass and then you see them for the first time. As the last of the horizons, the Pyrenees.

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After skirting Yesa lake, the road enter into Huesca territory. At this point different directions get through the adjacent valleys. The trot of the engine sounds between the walls of the canyon, the flow of the river accelerates as you gain height and the small mountain towns are lost after each curve.

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So once again, like years back, the aim of the destination is given by the feeling to reach it. It resides on the road.

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