These are beautiful photographs... They make me think of my cousins' farm and the serenity of those early mornings that have been spent wandering through the apple orchards and down along the river. They are moments when it feels like the world actually stops. You can come back to them years later and remember every detail: ducking and swinging low through wooden fences; marshy patches scattered throughout the fields and into scraggly woods (inevitably forcing giant leaps to punctuate your steps); soft light, not yet intense enough to cast a shadow. Exactly how the dew has collected along blades of grass.
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