I felt the familiar pangs of anxiety and then dismissed them with some hidden courage I managed to find. As I was climbing, I stopped every now and then for a photo--no matter how dangerous or scary, I want a picture to remember it--and I noticed that the anxious feelings were not the only familiar aspects returning from my climb up Wachu Picchu; the scenery was rather similar as well. If you look through the photos I posted, you'll see that I snapped a pictures that are strikingly similar to some pictures I took in Peru. The first photo is from here in Bar Harbor and the second is from Peru.
Maybe the world is trying to tell me something about where I am now and where I was a couple years ago--maybe I'm in a similar place of content and wonder and yet now I'm lucky enough to have found it in my own country. I'm not really sure, but the similarities are still rather astonishing.
3 comments:
Very perspective of you.
Oh, did I just make a pun? I meant, perceptive.
I love photo comparisons like this. There's a famous photographer who takes portraits of children on a semi-annual basis as they transition from teenagers to adults. It's eerie and I don't think I have that amount of patience.
It also reminds me of photos I took of the warehaus construction/deconstruction. Always from the same vantage point between those two brick pillars.
God I can't believe we pulled that off.
PS. Wait 'til you try the mountains out here.
casi lloro con este post, jaja ver a mark y a sarah en las fotos aww!
un abrazo
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