I really like the way the Mac handles pictures. Here are several my daughter took* last week during her three-day trek on Aconcagua (ref. previous post). I still can’t quite believe she was there, that she saw and experienced all this. But there she is, with Aconcagua looming in the background:
*Edit to correct photo credit: Her BF took some of them. Notably, the ones of her.
She captioned the one below: “This photo is of Puente del Inca, which supposedly when the Incas couldn’t cross this river, they prayed to the gods and this rock bridge magically appeared the next day. Pretty cool looking.”
Standing in the glacier. Obviously, it’s the time of year when it melts a bit.
She said this is: “Our nifty little stove and pot!” And I thought, Oh good, she’s learning how to cook. Or at least, how to boil stuff.
Aconcagua. The highest peak outside of Asia:
My daughter, hiking across a glacier. She’s turning into a mountain goat:
Very pretty reflection in the lake:
Her host sister said this looked like meringue:
Daughter’s boyfriend, hiking across the glacier:
Obviously, I’ve been playing way too much and not writing enough. I’m having a very tough time concentrating so far this weekend.
I’ll go have a stern talk with myself now. Really.