My favorite spot to go, though, was right in our backyard. I’d walk through the fields to my aunt and uncle’s farm, dew seeping through my shoes and damp fog making my hair curl up on the ends. I took photos of every square inch of that farm, in every light imaginable. It’s where I fell in love with photography, where I figured out how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. It’s where I went today when I was feeling confused, where I’ve been dying to go since everything started feeling so muddled.
