After my shoot last night, I decided to drive around Burlington for the usual "Let's see what's changed and what's stayed exactly the same" sight-seeing tour. I'M SO GLAD I DID. Right on the edge of town, before all the backroads I take for granted, was a sunflower field full of people taking pictures and picking your own for $1 a stem. Beautiful. Wonderful. Magical.
It reminds me of the summer when I was 5, after our neighbor's house had burned down on Christmas Eve, sunflowers bloomed and reached the sky in the empty lot next door. They were beautiful, even in my childhood eyes, and I never forgot them. I will always think sunflowers are magic because of them.
And, of course, I never go anywhere without my tripod...
So grateful for the magic that happens every time I go home. The three-hour drive gives me time to think and process and sing along off-key to my favorite radio stations. My creativity always sparks in Burlington. I told my mom today that I took for granted the fact that I know Burlington's backroads like the back of my hand because I can't get around Waupaca the same way I can in Burlington. Even when road construction completely turns around my routes, and my mom and I get stranded in a parking lot and have to resort to either bottoming out my car or moving construction barrels, there's still magic there. The quality time with my people, even if it's only a few minutes here or there, fills my heart up with so much joy.
In a word, this weekend was absolutely wonderful.
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