going back
Going through old photographs is
quite a humbling experience for me.
Humbling because I am in so awe
of nature and the landscapes it gives us, and in some cases after stormy
weather takes away for good.
It brings back memories of epic
hikes and dangerous trails, usually at the crack of dawn and with nobody else
around for miles and miles. All to catch
that elusive perfect dawn light and get that image that no-one else will have
got that morning.
Some of my happiest memories are
of eating breakfast at first light; sat with legs dangling over the precipice
of a waterfall. Or looking out over a
quite breath-taking view. Or watching
the wildlife go about their daily chores, unaware of my presence. Or perhaps not because as soon as I would get
my camera out they’d vanish!
The waterfalls were my favourite
place to go though. Early in the
morning, you could be fairly certain you were the only human being for several
miles around. I loved that feeling of
solitude. And the sound of the
approaching falls before they come into view is always an exciting one.
And it’s for that reason that I
have set myself a challenge. To get back
to see all the falls one more time. Not
very wise you’d think given my habit of falling over lately, but it’s a risk I
want to take. I’m nowhere near fit or
strong enough yet so it might be some time before I achieve my goal. But the realisation that I am now past the
average time for relapse following a stem cell transplant makes me determined
to do it sooner rather than later.
After all, there’s only so much
you can get from old photographs.
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Beautiful! ♥♥♥♥
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