There is something about the Golden Gate bridge that could never possibly get old. There is the feeling, when you’re looking at it, that you could keep on looking at it forever. I thought I might have that same sensation when I saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time—and I did. And again when I saw La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. The Quiraing on the Isle of Skye. And I know I’ll have it when I finally make it to the Grand Canyon.
These are the impossible places—some of them manmade, some of them earthmade, all of them huge and each of them physically breathtaking, chest-constricting, oxygen-stealing. These are the places you never want to leave because you can’t imagine it. You can’t imagine getting back in your car, putting it into reverse, driving away, leaving.
I think about the people who get to see these places every day. The people who work near the tower or the people who come to pray in the cathedral. One part of me envies them and another part of me thinks that maybe, for them, the magic begins to diminish over time.
I hope it’s not the latter.
photographs taken in San Francisco, California
with a Canon 60D