Dartmoor

From Feather Tor

On the eve of a big life change mixed mixed emotions are inevitable. I can feel contradictory emotions, seemingly mutually exclusive in nature. Prior to leaving England, I went to scatter my parents' ashes with my sisters. So the emotions of two things intertwined. When walking on Dartmoor it's always been really tempting to think, ‘I’ll just go to the next hill’. There's something about all that space that invites me further into it. And in the face of the uncertainty of the Hero’s Journey, ‘refusal of the call’ becomes tempting. It became tempting to think that I could avoid it and walk out into a million miles of country, disappearing into it and slipping through the cracks of the world. It'd certainly be easier, at least at first. I held my nerve, but the journey certainly hasn't been free of pain.

TLDR: Dartmoor, Fuji XF10, F13 ISO 400, years of sadness.