Lately life seems to move entirely too fast. Or at least my days do. I’m not sure if it’s the discomfort of going back to what had been “normal” after two years of a blessedly slow pace, or the nature of being mom to a seven and ten year old. Probably some of both. But I do know that by the end of nearly every day I find myself begging the clock to slow down, trying to negotiate for just one more hour.
This past weekend my friend Amy and I drove down to catch the last day of Slow Exposures. Two hours of winding country backroads found me standing in a town that time appeared to have forgotten. I couldn’t help but be jealous.