How can I express this feeling of comfort in the face of such a scene? This photo transports me. Every time I look at it, I'm there again. I feel the dry cold on my cheeks, I hear the immense silence that enveloped the mountains, and deep within me, peace.
To be honest, I haven't visited this place just once. Not twice. I've been there three times. The first time, cycling towards my dream, following in my grandfather's footsteps. The second time, each evening, writing a few notes on my phone before falling asleep, still marked by what the day had given me. And finally, today, as I relive each moment through these images that I'm taking the time to share with you.
I like to think these photos can transport you too. That by looking at them, you can feel a bit of what I experienced. Perhaps not the cold on my face, but the serenity. Not the fatigue, but the wonder. Hoping that by leaving these pieces of myself behind each time I tell a story, I offer a little tremor, a smile, an emotion. Something that stays with you.
