I thought about showcasing a series of photographs I took of the Church of the Good Shepherd that look a lot like this-- beautiful and remote and a little mysterious.
But that would ignore one huge thing.
And that is this:
But that sure does not stop the tour buses from coming.
And I have to tell you, I am not proud of my attitude as I took the photo above.
Because it included a: eye roll, deep sigh + snotty remark.
I felt so annoyed that there I was, in the middle of nowhere at the end of the earth, and so was everyone else too.
Mostly because that was not how I imagined it.
But the truth is: this is everyone's world.
And I have to share it.
I have no more of a right to explore and appreciate and photograph this beautiful, remote, mysterious place than any other person, regardless of how they arrived.
Even if it's via tour bus.
And I think that's a lesson we all need to remember.
Is my culture one of tour buses and matching t-shirts and selfie sticks?
For the most part, no.
But that does not make mine better.
Thinking so only makes me ethnocentric.
The world has become a smaller place.
Planes take us to destinations that were once just drawings on a map.
Human beings are curious.
I love to travel.
So do a lot of other people.
So kind of like learning to share a favorite toy in preschool, I got over my snit and learned to share this landscape.
And you know what?
I still had a wonderful time and got some beautiful shots too.
There is room enough for us all.
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