I headed out on a three-week trip to Indonesia, India and Afghanistan on June 1st. This was the longest trip that I have been away from my family, so I already was a little nervous about things. After basically two long days of travel and finally arriving in Merauke, Papua (seemingly the end of the world) I got a call that my father-in-law had passed away. I got on the next plane heading back home. After a week back in the states, a funeral in California and a memorial service and burial in Louisiana, I flew out of Houston to meet up with my partner in India. We slept on the floor in the crowded Delhi airport and left for Kabul the next morning. All of that to say that it had been a long two weeks at that point.
Nearing the end of our week stay in Afghanistan we were taken out to some rural villages to photograph some project sites using hydro-electric power to provide electricity for the villages. Getting back to one of those project sites was a fun off road experience – through a shallow portion of a river of the runoff flowing out of the snow capped mountains north of Kabul. Leaving that site I got out of the car and noticed an interesting bridge. It was interesting to see how it was crafted, and how sturdy, yet precarious, it was. Then I noticed the water rushing underneath me. Not too deep, but moving quickly.
I cranked my ISO way down to capture the rushing water and let the bridge split right down the middle of the frame.
There in that picture was my life at that point.
So much had been happening, I felt like I was out on this proverbial bridge, trying to make it across to the other side. I was stopping and looking around, realizing that I have no handrail to grab onto, no net to catch me if I fall. And to top it all off, everything under me is moving so quickly.
Well, I made it across. (surprise!) But I still look at this image, remembering exactly where I was when I clicked that frame both physically and emotionally. I am sometimes still feeling those overwhelmed feeling, those shaky, precarious movements., but it’s all good. I’ve got some good ground under my feet!