After being locked down in our cities, or ever-more crowded countryside, the timing of these isolation-paradise movies is impeccable. But what hooks us into these escapist dreams, these illusions, is no different today than it was in the 19th century. Like pilgrimage itself, it taps into an eternal impulse within us all.
We were making a return pilgrimage to Walden Pond, MA, the small body of water set amongst pine and oak trees where the transcendentalist, Henry David Thoreau, famously retreated (on and off) over a period of two years to consider the meaning of life. Thoreau bought a hut from an Irish labourer who had helped build … Continue reading Say ‘Cheese’