Aguas Calientes is this small place nestled, hidden, in the mountains. And that’s all you can see – Mountains. Towering all around you. It might have been claustrophobic if it wasn’t so beautiful,
Half an hour in. The blue skies disappeared again. And suddenly the wind changed – hard, howling. Hail rained down on us. I thought about putting the camera away – wet smudges obscuring the lens. I wiped them away and kept shooting, running up and down the group as they hiked up.
This morning I’m heading to Heathrow Airport, boarding a plane, and heading to my very first international photography job!
We thought that golden hour was falling a little flat. How wrong we were. I sent the Mavic up and it captured what my own, high viewpoint eyes couldn’t quite get: an even higher sweep of the two valleys, the misty hidden mountains in the background, and the stillness of the air.
The sun dipped lower and lower. I fell, again and again.
And then, I just… got it.
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?
Last week we took a few days out and had an adventure in the new Defender.