Andrew Terrill

The outdoor diary of a writer, photographer, and wilderness wanderer

My Photos Lie

andrew terrill sitting on hillside in rocky mountains

THE PHOTOS LIE – especially mine. Or so I have suddenly realized as I look back at the photos of my most recent walk (a two-night tour through Colorado’s James Peak Wilderness). I mean, the images do show some truth. They show places that really exist and conditions as they really were. But they also lie. They only show the tiniest part of the tiniest fraction of what the walk was.

They lie by omission. They lie because they only show a few brief moments. They lie because no image can ever get close to hinting at the full scope of rough, off-trail travel into an indifferent environment. They lie because they only work one sense – sight – not the other senses. They lie because they barely hint at the instincts and emotions that were brought to life.

The lie because they are so woefully limited.

For example: I have no photos that show the joy I felt as I took my first steps into the woods. I have no photos that capture the feel of rough earth underfoot – of rock, soil, mud, rushing water, soft snow, ice, slick tree root, loose stones and grit. I have no images that reveal the feelings that arose when the scent of pine overwhelmed me, a scent so thick it was as though the air itself had become more solid than normal. I have no images of the sounds of the mountains: the song of meltwater and the conversations of birds. I have no images that represent the soaring release from knowing I had two days of freedom stretching ahead. Nor any images of the ‘reality’ of that freedom: the sweat that began forming, the shortness of breath that came from uphill labor, the growing weariness in limbs as gravity began tugging at my oh-so-easy dreams.

I have no photos of the many discomforts from the next 48 hours: sinking to my knees in soft June snow; feet soon soaked as I splashed through sodden meadows; tee-shirt clinging-wet from sweat on a desperately difficult uphill scramble through a wilderness of talus, crag and krummholz to reach my desired destination, a hidden tarn in a snow-draped cirque. I have no photos of the excruciating sting of water still not fully released from winter when I swum in that tarn the next morning. No photos of the enervating toil of climbing to the Great Divide and then traveling along it beneath a fierce midday sun. No photos of the sapping blast of a constant sideways wind that sucked moisture from my pores and commitment from my intentions. None of the spiky, scratching, teetering, balancing, testing route downward into a wild trail-less drainage to escape the wind and find a sheltered spot for camp. None of the painful sunburn on neck and arms; or of the thirst that followed; or the tiredness; or the dull ache in my shoulders from my rucksack. None of the weakness in my right ankle, still unrecovered from an injury that occurred almost six months ago; or the attack of mosquitoes for most of the night when the wind dropped; or when I realized that the season for bivvying tent-less beneath the stars may have passed. I have no photos of the sweaty breathlessness of closing up the sleeping bag to escape the mossies; or the contradiction of feeling tiredness but struggling to find sleep; or the weariness the next morning at sunrise…

I have no images that even ‘mention’ these (and many other) discomforts. I’m a story-teller, supposedly. Not just with words but with images. But I can see that my photo story-telling misses almost everything. It seems laughable, now. Do I really want folk to imagine I had a comfortable time?

Comfortable was the last thing it was!

And I’m not sure my photos hint at the rewards, either. I don’t think I took photos that show what the discomforts do to me, how they change me, how much they inform my entire life, how they bring perspective and appreciation to every second of it.

I don’t think I took photos that really represent what finding connection with nature, with myself and with life really means.

I don’t think my photos show the quiet exhilaration I felt throughout the trip. Quiet exhilaration from knowing that the discomforts were nothing. Quiet exhilaration from not needing to look at the map or follow a trail but from weaving along a route of my own choosing. Quiet exhilaration from being present in a much-visited part of Colorado and having it all to myself. Quiet exhilaration from recognizing my own good fortune, and from not taking a single step of it for granted. Quiet exhilaration from knowing I had no plan to limit me, or expectation to bind me.

So, yes – I think my photos lie!

But what do you think? What do they say? Anything?

Just wondering, that’s all.

spiders web in forest
Spider’s web across the trail in the forest. So much work. I wish I could have moved it to a safer spot.
deep snowpack in the forest colorado
Deep snowpack encountered above 10,000 feet.
deep spring snowpack in forest colorado june
Trail? What trail!
forest lake james peak wilderness colorado june
Looking down at Forest Lake. A good overview of how much ‘winter’ still lingers on the ground.
upper forest lake james peak wilderness colorado june ice
A difficult place to reach, but a place worth reaching.
tarp camp in wild mountain cirque
The calmness of evening. Dinner, with a view.
sun cupping in old snow
Spring snow, thawing away.
forest lakes james peak wilderness in june evening
Two worlds, two climates!
swimming in icy mountain lake wild swim rockies colorado
A wake up swim!
CDT trail marker colorado continental divide sign post
Following the divide 21 years later!
National Scenic Trail CDT trail marker colorado continental divide sign post waymarking
Mexico lies in one direction, Canada in the other. Oh, the places we could go!
arapaho lake james peak wilderness ice colorado spring june 2021
Arapaho Lake, thawing.
old snow drift making an arch james peak wilderness colorado june
A crumbling snow arch above a big drop.
iceberg lakes james peak wilderness cdt colorado june
Iceberg Lake. But I couldn’t see any icebergs!
hiker on cdt continental divide trail james peak wilderness colorado
Looking ahead to James Peak. Often visited, but saved for another day.
iceberg lakes james peak wilderness colorado june 2021
Yep, still don’t see any icebergs!
camp in james peak wilderness tarp tent snow spring
After carefully negotiating the wild upper valley, a lovely sheltered spot for a quiet afternoon.
andrew terrill eating dinner in wilderness camp with tarp tent
Dinner in the blessed shade.
sunrise in rocky mountains from sleeping bag
Morning view with a welcome breeze – and mosquitoes finally absent.
andrew terrill bivvy on mountain side rockies
A wide-wide room, and a comfy throne.
andrew terrill in forest june 2021
Taking my time. Going home?



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