As I walked down the the rocky slope, an old woman stopped us:
“It’s beautiful here, but sad. I hiked this path every year for twenty years, and I see the glaciers slowly disappear.”
The old woman walked off. My partner and I looked at each other.
We only knew the beauty of right now. I wondered what next year held when I would surely return.
Would I run into the woman again? Would she say the same thing?
These experiences make me appreciate photography. It’s not just a way for me to share my world with others, but to document what my flawed memories cannot.