a personal narrative

When I look at these photographs, and ones like them, I am swept away by the beauty. Tears come easily because I can scarcely believe I am blessed in this way – to see, to feel, to record, to tell these stories. Scenes of the rural south reconcile me to life’s transiency, to the larger picture, where I occupy only this moment and a few others like them.

You know that ethereal feeling when the hairs on your arms stand up? When the breeze seems to swirl around only you, and for a few seconds colors seem more vibrant and you can visualize the landscape as a photograph? When your heart almost breaks because you know something about yourself and this world without doubt?

I live for this glory.  

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