I signed up for a Nikon-sponsored workshop in Santa Fe, NM. At this point in my life, I had not traveled alone. To say I was scared would be an understatement, but I was determined. The trip started on a rough note but ended on a positive one. I laughed more than I had in a very long time, and I met wonderful people and were still friends.
This image was taken at Eaves Ranch in Santa Fe, NM.
The day started beautifully but quickly changed while at the ranch. The temperature began to drop, the clouds became darker, and the blue sky promptly disappeared. It began to snow, and the wind picked up, so I dashed into the church. Once inside, I looked around and decided this was the best place to wait out the storm and started photographing anything and everything. I pointed my camera at the church pews, the windows, and the cutouts in the pews. Afterward, as I sat on the floor in the stillness and quiet, listening to the wind and the other photographers walking by, tears quietly came; I honored the moment, then picked myself up and brushed myself off, so to speak, and headed out the door.
I have several images from Eaves Ranch inside the church, looking out the window, and many others. It's interesting how life looks through the lens when you're grieving.