soakin'

Before the wheels of the plane even touched the ground in Baltimore my eyes were soaking up the green landscape like a thirsty man crawling through the desert gulps down water. The barns and fields, laundry hanging on the line behind Americana homesteads; it all looked so lovely.

But  a week full of littles flew by without me taking any photos of the eye quenching scenery. So the morning of my departure I snuck quietly out of the house before any little toes wiggled out of bed and took a shutter snapping walk. It had rained the night before and the resulting morning mist was the perfect backdrop for my golden hour country wandering.