Dawn is often a foggy affair in the mountains. This photograph was taken off of the front porch of our cabin in Brevard, North Carolina. We have come up for a week, and though we have been up for only two days, I am reinvigorated after a long year at work. Foggy beginnings seem familiar and yet foreign. Though I am nostalgic for many things, living in a metaphorical fog is not amongst them. Waking up, walking outside with a hot cup of tea, and watching as the low clouds creep through the maples is something different entirely. Being here with my family, who walked through the fog with me, and seeing my son slushing through the creeks on the property like I did when I was his age is inspiring. Even though the dawn is foggy, the sunlight burns through in the end.
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ST. AMAND PHOTOGRAPHY 