Re-awakened.

For weeks, my camera has been wrapped in bubble-wrap waiting for it’s owner to open her eyes once again. Everything seemed too familiar and routine, perhaps lulling me into an idle repose. It took the loss of my beautiful sister-in-law to jolt me awake. Sitting at the edge of my driveway with a half an hour left of sunlight, I pushed the accelerator not caring which way I went. I have covered every inch of this area to ad nauseam. Somehow the newly winged angel guided me along until I came to a stop. Miles approved, bounding along, mucking through mud and marsh. I had been here a thousand times, but the setting light made it feel magical. I snapped only a few photos and quickly realized that my elusive imagination wants to be reawakened.