After the storm, Christina and I went to the woods, across the fields, and into the soft earth. I felt light headed, unsure of what to expect, but knowing, deep down, everything would be alright. I would get my shots, keeping my model composed, reassuring her that I know what I’m doing, at the same time convincing myself as well.
The storm made the ground palpable, as the air unveiled wisps of mist, languidly crawling across the wide open fields. As we stepped out of the woods, I breathed the Alaskan air slowly, excited that mother earth finally cooperated. I felt chills run down my spine. I stayed focused, fixed on the changes of the environment. This was it.
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