Leaving is a joyous occasion worth celebration. It’s not a sad party, but a happy one. One full of encouragement, good wishes, reflections, and excitement.

If you don’t leave, how can you get anywhere?

Leaving means new, different, change, excitement, intrigue, difficulty, movement, travel, growth.

A flowing river provides clean water.

A stagnant pond festers and becomes undrinkable.

People are the same way.

My projects over now. I’ve still got more to finish and all, but I’ve done what I can and am going to do in South Africa this trip. All in all it was a successful trip. I didn’t change the world. I didn’t fix the worst problems the world faces. I helped a handful of schools get connected to the internet. I helped re-vamp computer labs that just needed a little knowledgeable attention. I brought new motivation for utilizing the resources at hand that are being neglected. I’ve put a piece in the puzzle which is the education of thousands of children. I gave an opportunity that wasn’t previously available.

I met Zulu’s, Indians, Afrikaners, British, German, Dutch, Scandinavians, Australians, Nepalese, Americans, and more. I’ve learned in depth the traditions and lifestyle of the Zulu’s. I reaffirmed my distaste for colonialism. I grew as a photographer, and a person. I took some amazing photos. I travelled and worked in areas many South Africans have never been. I had one hell of a vacation.

Did I actually make a difference in the world? Probably not. Did I make a difference to a few peoples lives? I believe so. Did I waste a bunch of time and money doing something that sounds important, but just makes me feel better about myself? Maybe.

Does it matter? Not really.

I left Eshowe to return or not. I’m leaving Durban now. To return or not. I’m leaving Cape Town in a week. To return or not. Does it matter? Not really. But it’s exciting. I’m ready.

Ready to move on.

To change direction

To keep moving forward

To go back

To come home

So I can leave again.

Ahhh Annapurna

Annapurna panoramic

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The Annapurna mountain range, as viewed from SaranKot, outside of Pokhara, Nepal.

A dying breed? Or smart enough to adapt?

Where do you want to be?

Many messengers will tell you they are a dying breed. The number of messengers in Seattle has shrunk to 1/3 of it’s size 10 years ago. The number of jobs is shrinking, the clients going away.

Our legs, the fastest way through town, still aren’t fast enough. Our muscle, dirt, grime, sweat, blood, and smells are being replaced by a series of 0’s and 1’s.

So what are we doing about it?

Some messengers have wised up, moved on, passed away, changed, left, come back, stayed, traveled, saw, touched, felt, breathed, experienced, lived. Some have stayed exactly where they want to be. Right where they are. Where do you want to be?

I’ve been right where I wanted to be for the last 4 years.

11 countries, 4 continents, home.

These guys are where they want to be too:

Cool shit

Who needs legal documents, deadlines, court clerks, clients lunch, multi million dollar checks, useless copies of the same document? Strap on a trailer and haul something different.

Right on

Where do you want to be?

Where am I?

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Right where I want to be

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Google names

When was the last time you googled yourself?
What showed up?
How about now?

I recently googled my name, and was almost supprised to see the range of people with high ranking search results and the name Kelsey Wood. Last two times I tried, all I got were the books of an author by the same name, who wrote about pets and crap. I wasn’t very impressed with my google image.
Today however, I am no longer just one boring author (I’ve never read his books, and I’m not refering to him, but rather his google search results) but I’m now a dead female volleyboll player, touring musician, philosopher, naturalist, and at number six, myself, the photographer. I’ve grown a hell of a lot recently.
Some people, myself included travel deep into the woods or mountains to find themselves, but sometimes we need a quick fix, so we google ourselves. So the question remains,
Who are you really?
Google may not always be correct, but it may give you an interesting answer.

My google portfolio: – Kelsey Wood – Outside London., UK – Pop / Acoustic …
MySpace music profile for Kelsey Wood with tour dates, songs, videos, pictures, blogs, band information, downloads and more. – 154k – Cached – Similar pages – Note this
Player Bio: Kelsey Wood – Women’s Volleyball
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Troubling Play: Meaning And Entity In Plato’s Parmenides – Google Books Result
by Kelsey Wood – 2005 – Philosophy – 205 pages
Troubling Play is a new and illuminating interpretation of Plato’s Parmenides–notoriously the most difficult of the dialogues.…
Barnes & – Book Search: Dennis Kelsey-Wood
Based in New Mexico, author Dennis Kelsey-Wood is a renowned naturalist with a particular interest in small mammals. Here he presents a comprehensive … – 86k – Cached – Similar pages – Note this
Xanga – Blogrings – In Loving Memory of Kelsey Wood
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Wandering Lens Photography
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The rAce

twas the night before the day of the race

I spit shine my shoes

and have dirt on my face.

My bikes by the door

I stay awake no more

If I’m not ready now

I’ll be fuckin sore

In the morning I arrive

ready to ride

When I hit the start line

I am totaly sure…

I’m screwed royaly.

My helmets on the floor

where I left it, by the front door

I run around screeming

help me help me help me

pleading to anyone in sight

I borrow a hat from an earlier race

all full of sweat

with dirt on his face

I toe the start line

and no longer care

win or lose

I made it there

We set off at a comfortable pace

10 miles in the first attack starts the race

65 miles to go

fuck the front row

We race, and race, and race

till the finish line comes

we cross in panting relief

with muscles sore

all the while I concentrate

on my helmet by the front door

Shadow vs. Light


Sometimes life is about light
Sometimes life is about shadows
Too much light ruins the shadows
Too many shadows, disturb the light
Life without shadows is painted
Life without light is only heard
It’s not life, it’s perception


Sentinel to Rockeries

The last three weeks I’ve been kicking around Zululand and Lesotho cause the schools have been on break. The highlight of that is my hike in the Berg. The full gallery of photos can be found here.


Day one
5 of us set out to hike from Sentinel peak to Cathedral peak in the northern Berg. It’s mid day when we arrive at the trail head, a good 6 or so hours of driving from Ntumeni.
We hike just under the mist as we climb up towards the chain ladder. We stop at the bottom of the ladder, and have some tea and snacks. The chain ladder consists of two seperate sections with two chain ladders each. The first ladders are hung on a vertical rock face about 20m high, and the second about 10m high. We climbed the ladders as the sun was setting.


At the top of the Berg, we hiked until just after dark, which turned out to be pitch black cause the moon didn’t rise right away and when we guessed we were at the top of Tugela Falls. Setup camp, ate some food, and were fast asleep.
Day Two
In the morning I rose before sunrise, in the bitter cold from the clear night, and went to take photos of the falls and the sun rise. The valley was filled with clouds.


We hiked over several small ridges and found our selves stopping for lunch in the middle of a small river.


As the afternoon was waning, we encountered our first big of heavy fog, which quickly turned into a small and medium sized hail storm, then just as quickly disapated. Over another ridge and we camped.
Day Three
The mist is rolling in heavy as we set out in the morning, but we are following the river. We intersect with another river, and back towards whats marked on our map as the trail. Here we find some old Besotho Kraal remains.


After a couple more hours of hiking on psuedo trails, we eat lunch down by the river, and find what looks like our trail leading up to the top of the ridge. We follow into and through the heavy mist, and realize quickly it’s not the trail.


We find our selves on the map, and continue along the ridge into oblivion, or in other words visibilities of about 8m. We find ourselves descending, and end up at the edge of a ridge which is going down on all sides steeply into the valley. We are supposed to be following the ridge and staying high. Were lost. For the first time truly lost. We have lunch in hopes the clouds lift. After lunch they begin to disapate, enough for us to get a few second glimpse of the valley and the surrounding hills, but not enough to orientate. They did however lift enough for us to see the sun again, so we know what general direction is north. At lease we know that much. We hike and hike and hike, all the while following cattle tracks not knowing if we really are on the right path or not. We are up at over 3100m now, the mist is making everything wet, the sun is setting, and it’s getting cold. We decide to just pitch camp where we are and hope for clear skys in the morning. We are guessing we’ve made half the distance we wanted to this day because of the mist.
Day Four
We wake to clear skys and a beautiful sunrise.


We can’t find ourselves on the map, but at least we can see the escarpment. It’s only a few hours later, that Steve, the only one who’s done this hike before, recognizes some of the peaks and realizes we are way south west of where we should be, and now deep into Lesotho. We make a decision that at our pace and where abouts, we won’t make our intended destination on time, and decide to head for the escarpment and down Rockeries pass almost due east of us. Several hours later we reach the pass and start heading down. Straight down.


We pass a group of school kids from Jo’burg on their way up looking mighty un happy. Two thirds of the way down we find a nice campsite and set up for the night.


Day Five
The next morning the cresent moon rises over the ridge just as the sun is breaking the horizon.


We hike down the rest of the way, and then along the river valley all the way back to civilization. Or at least a road for us to be picked up at.