Monday, July 12
walking into the fog
... i heard feet come down the stairs, how could it be? as i looked at the clock five thirty am and i had not made it to bed. I looked outside and there was the farm nestled in the most beautiful fog. somehow those worries that kept me up all night were instantly erased. as i stepped outside barefooted holding my camera i took as many deep breaths as i could- one would not be enough., i looked at it knowing that today this would be my heaven.