It’s difficult to express the curious beauty of a place in six or seven photos.
I took over 500, some of which have since been deleted, mostly because waiting for a geyser to express itself in grand volume or focusing perfectly on a puffin in flight takes a few failed megapixels. Pictures are mainly a memory stimulator, never truly giving us, again, the sense of awe we experienced when present in a place. That’s why travel is so special, especially to places where nature is the focus. It downsizes the ego and lifts the spirit.
And there are all the photos I didn’t take. Stopping to appreciate one thing as another vanishes.
It’s difficult to express the way travel changes you by describing a place in six or seven sentences, six or seven times when people ask about your trip. The weather was good, the people are generous, the glacier or the waterfall or the cloud shapes in the wide sky are dramatic. Or the art, or the air or the light. Same as the pictures really.
But I’ll try.