Crossing Borders


It was supposed to be impossible, the bridge was patrolled by Homeland Security and border patrol, dividing the United States from Canada. Before I knew it, I found myself buried deep inside the bridge's architecture standing on a thin beam over the Detroit River and right between two countries. My heart burst as I sprinted up the cable into the night, semi-trucks raced below, carrying goods over borders unaware of the activities happening above. Racing against time, I set up my tripod on the cable, balancing it against a light fixture, and snapped this self-portrait. This climb above all else taught me that nothing was impossible, and this picture memorializes this mindset that I carry with me daily. Beyond physically, I crossed a border in my mind and spirit that night and never looked back.


March 17, 2022 Minted: @driftershoots