I have spent more time outside in the past 3 months than perhaps in the past 15 years. As a kid I played outside all day every day and could go a week without putting on a pair of shoes. I don’t remember any exact moment of transformation, but somehow I became an adult who doesn’t like the feeling of grass on my ankles and prefers air conditioning to the way my house smells with the windows open (I’ve heard this termed “fresh air”).

Will took his first steps in March just a few days before the start of the quarantine, so as our adult world became a little smaller his expanded dramatically. Watching him explore and scrutinize every rock, stick, and leaf that crosses our path has helped reignite my imagination and the inspiration I used to draw from the outdoors.