The Fields.

I apologize for the silence on my end. It's been a whirlwind of busyness for the last four months. Graduate school and work has been the definition of life. Sometimes I remember to do things for me, and other times I hit a wall and don't really know how to pull myself back up.

I'm writing this from a train, on my way to Edmonds, WA to visit a dear friend. I've been in Washington for about two days and it's already been incredibly good for my soul. Recently I have found myself searching for inspiration - some kind of charge that keeps me going for a month or two. School assignments and classes drain me, sometimes work can be draining from pouring so much of myself out, and I miss out on the things that feed my spirit.

Travel has always been something that I was able to rely on to bring me back to my center. It's the one thing, besides photography that makes me feel like I've reconnected with my soul. As this train took me through beautiful parts of Northern Washington, I couldn't help but start to let the tears fall. Not because of sadness, but because I felt myself being filled up again. The scenery, the peace, and the expectation of the next few days of being present with the people I love and going on adventures.

Taking myself out of my element and exploring this amazing world that we live in is truly a gift.

Cheers.