The sun dipped lower and lower. I fell, again and again.
And then, I just… got it.
Photographer, Videographer, and Writer.
The sun dipped lower and lower. I fell, again and again.
And then, I just… got it.
Other times you build one anchor, realise it’s in the wrong place, then build another that’s so bad you don’t want to use it, and just go home.
I am putting more value into being alone. Not just accidentally, but to actually go out and seek aloneness.
Staying inspired is not a passive process. It’s not something you wait for. It’s something you go looking for – you chase it. You do it even when you don’t feel like it.
When they’re climbing, they trust you to catch them, to keep them safe, and you’re trusting them not to do something too risky, or dangerous.
So, I packed up the camera bag and we headed out. Out into rain, heavy skies, small breaks.
It’s for them, those we don’t know, will never know, will never meet.
On the 1st, we woke up to quiet. It was still dark when we stumbled around the little cottage, gathering our things and hoping for, finally, a beautiful dawn.
This week somebody asked me if carrying a camera ruins the experience of adventuring for me.
You know when a simple comment leads to an adventure you didn’t quite expect?