Generally, when taking photos, I (and many, I think) dislike the harsh light of direct sunshine. Midday photos are considered unappealing, without shadows and depth, inferior to those taken in the morning or evening. But right now I'm embracing them.
The weekend past before the weekend past I ventured down to the Shenandoah, staying in a cabin in the middle of the forest. I was working on another exciting assignment for Taproot Magazine's upcoming summer issue, but as these things go, it ended up being a realigning retreat for myself, too. The Saturday was miraculously warm. I woke up to varied bird song and the rush of the nearby stream, sun already shining, the warm air rising beneath the floor boards. I remembered the southern coming of spring of my childhood, I walked around barefoot on damp earth without worry. I laid on the grass, in the sun, for hours. I thought, "This is all I need."
And, as everything around me thaws, my mind follows. I feel unbridled change coming and I wonder where I'll be when this summer issue is released.