Impossible

Impossible

Listening to Lyla Foy and reflecting on this view and those like it; considering its transformative significance in our lives. Travel is a gift and has brought my life meaning beyond what I knew possible before I started to explore what the wider scope of the world had to offer. Within it I learned so much about what I now know about myself through maddening fits of love and regret, the overwhelming joy of witnessing something new, and that familiar and haunting feeling of being lost. Travel can tell us more about ourselves than you can possibly know without buying a ticket and seeing what you may find waiting for you on the other side. The great and terrifying unknown, true beauty and joy.

But hey, I know a lot of you are here to geek out about photography too so what about this photo? It’s one of those that I nearly didn’t bother sharing because I felt so lazy capturing it that I didn’t feel it was honest enough, almost embarrassing!? Enough contrast and tonal tweaks to make me queasy, not to mention a spot of noise to accent what the X-Pro had already given me.  So, this image is hardly a photo anymore, more an illustration captured from the ghost of a photograph forgotten and not given enough love on the shooting end.

Still though, I like it well enough and it reminds me of a fleeting feeling fueled by hazy cabin pressurized daydreams of what may be waiting for me when the plane lands. Nothing quite like it.

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