I'm not really sure why I love jumping pictures so much. I just knew that I loved them when I noticed that all pictures that didn't contain an airborne human became extremely inferior and boring to me. I have conjured up a few hypotheses as to why I like jumping pictures. I won't bore you with the bulk of them, but the main reason is that I am possibly one of the least photogenic people west of the Mississippi River (due to my double chin and other reasons I won't get into). The jumping picture plants either an awe, a smile, or a perplexity that diverts the viewer's attention from the ability to be photogenic of the subject, to the wonderment of the photograph.
Now, less talk, more pictures.
I wouldn't have been this happy if I would have known I was only half done with my hike.
You can only achieve this diamond shape jump right after engagement.
Jumping for joy that I'm with my favorite girl in the world.
The three muskateers, airborne.
Now just try and deny the fact that jumping pictures don't "rise" above the rest, that they aren't a step "above" the rest, and that they aren't still "soaring" through your mind right now. I rest my case.
