I don’t take kindly to photographs. No, I appear better in photos than I do in real life, as an ex-friend once told me. But what I mean is that I am a horrible person to be photographed. I don’t have patience, I am shy, and I have to be ‘in the mood’ to pose. I don’t do all that many ‘selfies’. So, what would be the favorite photo of me this year? I went back to search…and this is what I found.
Why do I love this photo?
I actually asked for a photo to be taken (quite rare).
It was in the mountains in Nagaland.
I was right at the edge of that ledge, peering into the river below. I was feeling proud of myself because although my head spun looking down, I wanted to sit there. I wanted to feel the sun, hear the river, and listen to the pounding of my heart. I turned around, and my friend took that photo. It has to be my favorite this year.
