The Camino photos feel different from the city photos. A path ahead of us, a marker beside the road, and the family bundled up for another stretch together.
I like that we have a record of being there. The landscape matters, and so do the little faces in red jackets showing up throughout the camera roll.
Walking gives a trip its own rhythm. You notice the ground, the trees, the weather, and the people moving along beside you. Looking back at these pictures, I am glad we shared that experience.
The road to Santiago is a memory I am happy to carry. These photos help me keep the individual moments close.
