It's always a difficult to chose a favorite anything. In any given moment, that choice could change. Yesterday, I scrolled through my instagram feed, saving this photo and that as possibilities for the prize of being chosen THE favorite.
Honestly, it was bittersweet. There were many moments I could have chosen.
The capture of my brother and me and the words I wrote about how divorce scars the sibling relationship. An incredible capture of my love and me on a boat tour in Florida. The moment of complete joy on both of our faces.
Then there is that photo of my boy and me just before he headed out to move to Florida. I wrote words that day about how he was always making his way out the door. He had places to go, people to see.
I couldn't choose any of those. They all felt too sacred for this sort of trivial title of favorite.
I choose this one. I took it during a trip to Chapel Hill/Durham, NC. I think this one may have been taken at the North Carolina botanical gardens. I love this because it is mystery to me how I captured it. It's such a beautiful photograph, with the dark and the light yet it is purely an accident. I don't think I could ever replicate the circumstances and choices I made in taking this photo because photography is not my forte, it is not my chosen skill to learn. But occasionally, something magical happens.