Some days, I miss the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through the leaves. I miss the sound of a rain storm moving through the hollow. I miss the sound of water flowing in the creek. I miss the noise of nature.
I miss the smell of moist, fresh air. I miss the smell of smoke from a homemade fire pit. And I miss how it plays with the light as it lifts through outstretched branches.
Some days, I miss West Virginia.
If there are multiple photos in this post, EXIF data is for the featured photo only:
- Aperture: ƒ/2.8
- Camera: DMC-FX35
- Flash fired: no
- Focal length: 4.4mm
- ISO: 100
- Shutter speed: 1/250s