The Mountain

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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.

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