"He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough." — R. Bradbury
Went up to the mountains this weekend with some friends to check out a hike I had done last summer when it was too foggy to really see much. It’s just started snowing up there and Im totally stoked, can’t wait to break out the snow shoes!
Morning’s in a different shade | Another favorite summer sunrise. Another summit. I often go back and forth between trips and even delay what I share photos from. Which is funny because I usually edit all my photos as soon as humanly possible. I’ve debated sharing all my favorite photos from a trip right away. Maybe some would like that better. But, I’ve concluded differently. Not only is it a great reminder for me, personally, of these hikes, but it is also a chance for me to reflect by spreading them out over time. Reflect on the memory itself, and reflect on everything I’ve done then and since. Lots has changed over time. Me, life, work, perspectives, thoughts, relationships, and experiences. It’s all changed. The memories don’t, they are a constant. They are my constant. Over time, and over days, these memories are my constant.