A few days ago, I had a shoot in the country. As in, “Keep going ‘til you pass the third cow pasture on your left- and then park in the dirt” country. Now I technically define the town that I live in, on the outskirts of the outskirts of Atlanta suburbia, as the country… but this. This was different. It was quiet and peaceful and beautiful.

Alexis and Eddie made an epic trek- (seriously, anyone willing to come down from Chattanooga for a photo shoot with me is all kinds of awesome in my book)- to our location. A sunflower field. And it really was beautiful.

The farm itself is incredible. Fifteen acres of sunflowers to wander through, and at sundown, when we were there, the light casting out over the flowers literally took my breath away. It was lovely. (It was also full of about 700 billion bumble bees. And being a photographer who is frequently outside, ya know, photographing things, I’m deathly afraid of bees. Krista sees bee. Krista runs free. Well. Not really. But I’ll hustle you and my camera away from the bees in about 1.2 seconds.)

But Alexis and Eddie. They were brave. They were also adorably silly and just NICE. We laughed- sometimes at me and those damn bees, sometimes at Alexis and her constant Thor references about Eddie, who actually does look A LOT like Thor. (Especially Thor from “Adventures in Babysitting”.)

All this country talk is interesting to me. For about as long as we’ve been married, my husband and I have talked about moving. Finding our spot, putting down our roots, finding the best school systems and the best sushi take-out. That talk has resurfaced in the last year, almost like our feet are itching for a new adventure. And for us, our next adventure will hopefully take us someplace bustling and noisy and humming with lights. City mice, we are.

But the last six years that we’ve spent here, in our very first home in my version of the country, living our lives and feathering our nest and adding a few babies, has changed me. Yes. I complain when our town shuts down at eight o’clock on a Saturday night. And yes. I miss having Whole Foods and a movie theater close by. But somewhere in between all the living we’ve been doing these past few years, I realized that the “country” isn’t all that bad. On summer nights, we sit in our front yard, sprawled out in the grass with our girls, and catch fireflies. On cold winter nights, snow dusting our house if we’re lucky, our neighborhood sits so still and silent, it almost feels like a painting. And sunsets over the farmland nearby? Amazing. Really, there’s nothing like it.

So. Alexis and Eddie, thank you. For making the trip out, for being beautiful and so much fun, and for reminding me that, Whole Foods or not, whenever the time comes and we make our reverse migration back into city life, that I’m going to miss it out here a little bit too. Especially the fireflies. (Just not the bees.)

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