I don’t have many regrets in my life. I have a vivid but very random memory of choosing to watch an episode of Full House instead of going to the playground once and whenever someone mentions regret, that’s the memory that usually pops into my head.
But for some reason, today, this one did instead:
Four of my friends and I piled into my car at 3am and drove 17 hours straight from the mountains of Western North Carolina to the coast of the Upper Peninsula in Michigan.
We adventured one day to the cliffs along Lake Superior. We scaled rocks and dipped our toes in the freezing water until a few of my friends decided they wanted to jump all the way in. Off one of the cliffs.
I blame it on my fear of heights and the fact that I had completed a wilderness first aid course just a few months earlier in the summer and all I could think of was broken backs and fractured ribs… but I couldn’t do it.
I instead took my place along the edge of the cliff, camera poised, and documented the free falls.
It’s one of the only times I really regret choosing photography over being brave.