Summer of Slow Travel

Sometimes (well like every 4 minutes) there is something here that is breathtakingly beautiful. But really hard to get on the camera (for me).

Which makes it feel even more special when you see something and the photo has the same feeling as what I saw.

I am starting to understand the allure of photography. It’s not “taking a picture” — it’s capturing something that feels so elusive, something you see, but disappears when you look at the photograph.