Like Riding a Bike
There is something alive about the mornings on my in-laws acreage. Something draws me outside no matter what the temperature is. It’s become tradition to go out in my pajamas with my camera and coffee. The air is different there. Crisp and clean with the hint of livestock smell. It is alive! There is something beautiful about coming home and seeing through different eyes what you took for-granted while living there. So as the dogs follow me down the gravel driveway into the pasture, I take time to breathe and see things new.