Holly J Campbell

We recently drove from Massachusetts to Virginia to visit our youngest. As we were heading back North, I found myself taking pictures of barns, silos, and patchwork fields captured with a sense of familiarity, nostalgia, and memories that weren’t necessarily my own.

The thoughts that wandered through my mind as I waited for the next shutter stop were also familiar. They walked in like an old friend I hadn’t been in contact with for a long time but picked up right where we left off.

The fact it felt so familiar was a bit strange. I’ve felt lost in many ways for some time, and this was comforting. It was a hint that I’m still here, maybe a bit buried, but not actually lost.

July fields that sit

Dusty green and

Sunny amber with

Rows upon rows beneath

Wide, blue skies waiting

For August