Taking on the Tour de France for the first time
Tour de France
July, 2010
Three weeks chasing the Tour de France felt like a whirlwind dream. Each day began at dawn, my camera slung over my shoulder, chasing the peloton through the Alps, Pyrenees, and quaint French villages. Long hours in the saddle, racing ahead to capture the perfect shot, left me aching but exhilarated. The riders’ grit, the crowd’s electric energy, and the breathtaking landscapes wove a tapestry of adventure. Nights were brief—editing photos under starlit skies—but my heart brimmed with fulfillment. When the final sprint on the Champs-Élysées unfolded, I knew these three weeks had etched themselves into my soul forever.