Free falling

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It’s as if thinking about being on the underside of the world will cause me to fall off

Vertigo
Falling off at Kata Tjuta, Northern Territory

There isn’t a time that I consciously became aware of my fear of heights. It seems it was always there. But maybe it’s not vertigo. Maybe it’s a fear of falling. A fear of gravity.

Secure in my pod, I have no problem on the London Eye. I am fine on an aeroplane, unless you count the microlite flight that my cousin once organised for me (as a treat!). In that case, my fear of causing offence and humiliation, heightened by the pilot being a lady, overcame my fear of dropping out of the sky. Just.

Sydney Harbour Bridge
The Bridge walk on Sydney Harbour Bridge

Now I live in Australia. In a single storey house. There are no mountains. There’s no great need for ladders. I am nowhere near the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Sometimes, though, I get a panicky feeling, “OMG, this is Australia!” It’s as if thinking about being on the underside of the world will cause me to fall off. Here gravity is my friend.

And the leading vertigo-defying picture at Kata Tjuta? I was lying flat on the ground looking up!
Lying at Kata Tjuta

In response to the Daily Post weekly Photo challenge Weight(less).

 

see also Outback trio.

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