Across the gorge from our cliffs.
At the beginning of the pandemic we did not see the lockdown coming. Karen and I were getting ready to travel to India. When a pandemic was declared everything stopped. Then we had to stay home in the mountains.
Karen on the cliffs.
We would walk 25 minutes up the hill from our house most mornings, even in the rain.
One rainy morning.
I sat here often.
And here.
I brought a camera with me every morning. The light was always different.
This became my special place.
I loved the feel of the wind too.
Sadly others had used these cliffs to commit suicide over the years.
Despair..."My heart is breaking".
Rain, fog and trains.
I still wonder about this.
I love sitting and staring at these trees.
Life now has an illusion of normalcy although you cannot leave the country with any hope of getting back in easily...or soon. I have not seen my kids in years.
For now it's still the trains. I'm living in a bubble.
