Over the course of a few hours, the dread of looking at my old work turned into pride, and then excitement. It was if I was seeing what others had been saying about my work for years. It’s beautiful. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. My work is a testament to the way I see beauty, light, and love in the world, and by golly, I want to get back our there and hunt for magic moments again.

Every place has a soundtrack. When I hear a song, I’m often transported back to the place where it dug its claws into me, branding itself on my soul to forever bring nostalgia and longing any time I hear it. I wouldn’t change it for anything.