It was the middle of winter and I had decided to take a scenic tour to the infamous Blue Mountains. Despite the rain and a slight bitter wind it was a magical discovery. A maze of pathways that snaked up and down the mountain edge. Carved out hundreds of years ago for all the amateur Indiana Jones’ out there. The paths were uneven, crooked and slippery and it gave you a sense of danger even though you were fenced in. The thrill of it all though was the silence, nobody was around while you discovered all the little caves, waterfalls and viewpoints. You saw the odd individual every other hour.. a nice reminder that this wasn’t just a dream.
I found many photographs from this trip that I could have entered in the photo challenge but this one shows the subject, ‘Narrow’.
The thinnest of rails – A comforting thing that wrapped you into the rock but with the vastness of the landscape how easy it could of been for one false move and for noone to ever know it happened.
The steep pathway – It was narrow enough in all sense of the word. Both the width and the length. You got used to it after a while but if you were met by a passerby your heart did occasionally skip a beat. Brushing shoulders looking down at your toes reaching the edge of the step.
The waterfall – The thin stream of white in the background seems so peaceful and picturesque. Everything in the photo following the same vertical line. Once arriving at its bottom the waterfall was no longer quiet yet powerful!
Every photo I took travelling that involved a landscape I have to tried to show its full beauty. Let everyone see what it was that I saw that day.
This is my weekly entry with a lifetime memory.