If I Were a Giant

When I was a kid, I often looked over the foothills of my mountains and wished I was a giant. For if I was a giant, it would be easy to step into that expansive landscape and traverse its distances. I imagined peaking over it's ridge, to explore what lied beyond. I dreamt that I could touch that sky and meet the clouds. As a giant I could feel the beauty of its enormity. However, I knew that if I tried to step into that landscape, in my current form, I would be deeply disappointed, as my attention would get swallowed by the details of the trees or stumble over the rocks. And my heart would long to envelop that beauty beyond the reach of my small, inadequate arms. These are the images, taken across continents that reminds me of how I felt when I was a kid and wished that I was a giant.