We used to spend days on end up at the family cabin in Baldwin, Michigan. My parents bought this quaint, little cabin in the middle of the woods on a lake when I was just a baby.
It’s not luxurious.
It’s a simple mobile home trailer attached to a garage-turned-living room.
Seeing my daughter run through the kitchen, rounding the corner where the fridge stands, and heading back to play flooded me with childhood memories.
I can see myself in her shoes. I can feel my hair flying back from running through that very spot when I was a girl headed out to play. I can smell the musty, cabin smell. I can feel the excitement of adventure that I, too, experienced at her age.
It was like looking in the mirror to one of my own memories.
Camera Data: 1/200 f/1.4 ISO 2000 50mm Canon 5D Mark III