My dream May

For a year, I’ve been so looking forward to these nights again. I loved the memory of them so much, it almost seemed improbable I would find that same love in them again this year.

But it’s the memory of the dust clouds rising behind the car travelling down narrow gravel roads deep in the countryside and seeing beautiful golden light fall over endless forests and up mountains which make me hopeful. They are the small moments and the simple things, the real things that tie these nights to my heart just as much as the beautiful photography.

Short of breath

It wasn’t just the weight of my camera bag and balancing walking over river rock along the beach for kilometres, it was everything else around it. These nights are just filled with my deepest, most pure loves in this life.

They are the nights that energize me and fully awaken my soul. I could stay out all night in the quiet of the countryside, putting aside sleep again. All of the sound around is just the swans and ducks, and the ice crushing up against itself. Occasionally we hear elk calls from the forest behind us while we stand on the beach, but it is an overwhelmingly soul calming quiet.

Heavy eyes

For all of my love of May and energy I get from these perfect nights in the countryside that are full of real life, I still come back home and crash. I settle myself into my little office with my laptop to write and edit photos, and my eyes get heavy so quickly. I can’t even put together all the images for a single post. I just want to sleep, and sleep and sleep and sleep. It is a strange contrast in life to feel the extremes so intensely, but it’s a part of the spring here I’m just so in love with.