It all came together tonight, folks. The snow. The light. The setting. Many of my favorite things came out to play, and other than to remark on how humbled I felt just to bear witness, I’m not sure what to say. At the very least, this will be the first of three photographs from this evening’s Session with Chance I’ll share with you over the next few days (photo number two; photo number three). Each bears a strong resemblance to the other, capturing the magic and sense of place that made day’s end at The Forge so special.
Reflecting on where I was, and what I saw, my mind drifted toward my first true love affair: The Snow. For as long as I can remember little has stirred my soul quite like Winter’s weather. I could spend a lifetime watching snow. Forever falling and quieting the world; anticipating the finite wonder left in its wake. All of this—the feeling, the memory, the romance—comes rushing back every time the first flakes fly. In a few brief moments tonight, the culmination of my lifetime’s dalliance came to bear.
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