One of my favorite memories of my recent trip to Colombia was photographing Julian and his abuelo on a hike at Cocora Valley. The day before, his abuelo had asked if he could join us, even expressing interest in hiking with us. He wanted to do it all. It wasn’t until later that I learned he hadn’t been back to Cocora Valley in more than twenty years.
As we hiked deep into the valley,
through the noiseless fog,
over the laughing-green hills,
beside these 100 foot sacred totems,
I watched as he and his grandson looked up in awe and wonderment together, enchanted and stunned by the surrounding beauty.
I never had grandparents while growing up, but it was clear as day that I was witnessing a special day for a grandparent and his grandkid.