The Strangers in My Travel Photos

I spent the afternoon in Lauterbrunnen, camera in hand, pretending I was chasing light but really just trying to outrun my own restlessness. Paragliders drifted overhead—tiny, bright blurs against the cliffs. I took a hundred photos, most of strangers I’ll never meet. Maybe you were one of them. Maybe you’ll never know. I wonder if anyone’s ever caught me like that, a speck in someone else’s memory, just passing through. Travel is full of these accidental crossings. Sometimes I think I’m collecting places, but mostly, I’m collecting moments I’ll never be able to explain to anyone who wasn’t there. #TravelConfessions #PassingThrough #UnseenStories #Travel