last week i went hunting through my backyard with a determination to see it with new eyes. I unpacked my camera, slipped off my shoes, grabbed a cup of tea and headed into a world i last explored as far back as the sixth grade.
what i found looked like it was out of another country.
it looked like a place that could house magic.
it looked like a place the childhood me would be sure not to forget...
and i guess a piece of me didn't. because this morning, the dew and the porch were calling my name, and i followed.
