The Light Was Perfect. I Wasn't.

Spitzingsee at golden hour—every photographer's dream. I spent twenty minutes adjusting my camera, chasing those lens flares bouncing off the water like scattered coins. The shots came out stunning. Alps reflected perfectly, light streaming through my lens just right. But I kept checking my phone between frames, refreshing emails, counting likes on yesterday's post. I was standing in front of one of Bavaria's most beautiful lakes, creating content about being present, while being completely absent. The irony wasn't lost on me—just ignored. The light was doing everything right. I was the broken element in the frame. Sometimes the most honest travel photos are the ones we never take: the anxious photographer behind the perfect shot, trying to convince themselves that beauty alone can fix what's actually wrong. #Travel #TravelTruth #DigitalDetox