I both hate and love this image. Well, the image itself is nothing to write home about. It’s poorly composed and just sort of befuddling to the eyes. But I love it in that I can get lost in it in ways that I couldn’t when I shot it. Let me explain.
I am crouching/laying down atop a 40 foot high cliff made of basalt columns. Below me are jagged rocks, and the columns aren’t exactly stable. I hate heights.
Wait, strike that. I like heights. I hate the idea of falling, so heights are usually not something I can do. Fear is stupid.
So while I was atop this little cliff, I could not look down. I could hardly look outward. I most certainly couldn’t look at the basalt column that had shifted away from the cliff itself and appeared to be a feather or two away from collapsing.
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