September 10, 2008
Climbing a mountain alone.
When climbing up to the top, I probably spent the least amount of time actually thinking about my destination. Being completely alone made me realize that this was the most free I had felt for as as long as I can remember. The idea of being vulnerable made me think about my brother Jeff, who was traveling alone from Nevada to Chicago at that moment. When I got to the top there was a wild male goat staring at me, which scared me to be alone and vulnerable near it. I didn't know if he was going to be passive or aggressive. I knew he was male because his horns made him look like satan and I'd overheard a teacher of mine voicing that caution. I thought about death, and if I was scared of death. Am I scared of death? I thought about my dad's age, and the eviction out of his apartment that was taking place at that moment. And my mom's age, and the guilt she feels for not letting him move in. I also though about what they would think of if they climbed this mountain to stare at this wild goat. Then I took this picture with my back to the goat. He was gone when I was done, and I walked back down.