Finally, a little inspiration.

I pulled out my camera this afternoon, for the first time in what feels like forever. I can’t actually recall the last time I picked it up. I carry it in my bag every day and yet, I haven’t been able to bring myself to photograph anything.

Some people are at their most creative when the world is dark. They feel impassioned to document the events around them with ferocity. I’ve always wanted to be like that, but I’ve found my own passion thwarted most often during crisis.

Today was different. Today contained a spark of pure, unadulterated joy. The kind that is infectious. The kind that can’t be ignored. The kind that can only come from a child.

That seemed worth documenting.

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