It was chilly. The light was perfect. I saw this orange city in a completely different way than I had before, the roofs all creating this golden quality that just worked with the morning light and the mountains in the background.
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.
I am putting more value into being alone. Not just accidentally, but to actually go out and seek aloneness.
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?