The world in the tip of a pencil
There is a moment when the walking stops, and the walker chooses to make a drawing. Something catches the eye, and the hand is eager to catch the line. The feet stop, and the mind seem to stop as well. A moment dedicated to looking, over and over again, touching trees and hills and ants with the tip of the pencil, extending gradually over the page. For a moment there is neither path nor destination, just a present moment at this tiny tip where the observer and the observed come together. A real experience, full of choices.