Archive for November 1st, 2009
This is a photo I took in mid-October while on an elk hunt with my son-in-law (that’s him carrying his compound bow up a hill). We began the hunt in darkness driving into the rolling bush covered hills where we hoped to find elk. Once we parked the half-ton, we walked for several kilometres in the darkness following a fence line. A think layer of snow made it easy to follow the trail and recognize where we would take our position in order to wait for the elk to move. After sitting for more than an hour through the darkness and the approach of dawn, it was time to move in order to track the animals. As I mentioned previously, no elk were shot with the bow, but I did get a few decent photos of the event. This one talks to me about the inner journey that one begins during the crisis of self at midlife. The photo also talks to me about the human as more than some modern being dissociated from humanity’s roots.
The hero, therefore, is the man or woman who has been able to battle past his personal and local historical limitations to the generally valid, normal human forms. Such a one’s visions , ideas, and inspirations come pristine from the primary springs of human life and thought. Hence they are eloquent, not of the present, disintegrating society and psyche, but of the unquenched source through which society is reborn. The here has died as a modern man; but as eternal man – perfected, unspecific, universal man – he has been reborn. His second solemn task and deed therefore … is to return then to us, transfigured, and teach the lesson he has learned of life renewed. (Campbell, The Hero With a Thousand Faces, 2nd edition,1968, p. 20)