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.
Drinking wine can be fun, but there is rarely so much joy in watching someone else drink.
The secrets of the river lay around the bend….
I love shooting pictures with a 50mm lens because it makes you have to work within the limitations of the frame.
These limitations make me focus on the small things. When you do this enough, it permeates your everyday life; you start to notice little intricacies and details you would not have otherwise. You realize that there is so much more to see and experience than you ever could have imagined.
What joy it brings.
Wildfires cast an eerie mist over the hills.
It’s in the passenger, not the train, where the journey resides.
Land juts into the ocean for nearly 7 miles. A lone lighthouse sits at the end.
The waves wear down the bark of the log constantly. The log’s skin is smooth and worn, but it just sits there, waiting and watching the waves.
Colors are so loaded with emotion and expression.
The color of this building mimics the sky’s.