I never thought a photograph could do a place justice. How, exactly, can a camera capture the wonder and vastness of landscapes like the Grand Canyon, the Aztec ruins, or Kyoto's thousand red temples? Standing before these structures is simply a greater experience: the smells, sounds, and movement add so much more to the things you see. A camera is limited.
Although these photos could not capture the cool winds atop Mount Lemmon, or salty smell of brine and stone on the island of Shodoshima, they did capture my memories. So when I look back at these photos, I smell and hear the wind, the rain, the sun. The elements left out of my lens I at least remember.