And if this was your last moment?

We were sitting inside the tent waiting for our yak dumpling soup to cool off when the ground began to shake. A slight vibration at first, then the frame of the tent started quivering with fury. Screams followed immediately after along with the sound of people running and rocks falling from the cliffs which shot straight up just 10 or 20 metres from camp.

"I'm dead."

That was my only thought. If I was about to be pancaked by a falling rock, I wasn't going down without something on my memory card for someone to resurrect later.

I ran out of the tent with my camera, fumbled with the settings while the ground and my hands shook, and started taking long exposures in the darkness. The sky was crazy, and the atmosphere was unlike anything one could describe. Focusing on standing perfectly still removed me from my thoughts and, while I can't say I "enjoyed" it, it was one hell of an experience to endure.

Looking back at these photos, I relive every feeling, and it sends shivers down my spine. I feel so fortunate to be alive.

Friday food for thought…



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