Life has a habit of reminding you of your past no matter how far reaching your future is. This tranquil picture I took five years ago in Denmark of the frozen sea that lived in worked next to. Working out there as an Abseiler. The picture and it’s memories were happy ones, the work was hard the days were long although the days were short.
My life at that precise time was being torn between my career and what I believed was love.
I made my decision, I’d chosen love.
Six weeks later I fell, somewhat strangely the height that I’ve been working at out in Denmark.
Ultimately I lost my career and then four months later my love turned away never to look back.
