THE OTHER JOURNAL
Adventure was a romanticized relic belonging to star-gazing men of a bygone era. The narrative map of her “adventure” was not pinned with the same serendipitous fortunes, freshly discovered natural splendors, or altruistic strangers turned companions that she had read about in her grandfather’s journal. It was mostly a lonesome trip, with occasional awkward encounters, frequent mishaps, and rare moments of beauty that she felt obligated to capture on camera.
