Dreaming with my eyes open

Last night, I danced under the most perfect Indiana sky, surrounded by fog, camera in-hand, in one of my favorite outfits, with one of my best friends. 

I truly felt like I was dreaming with my eyes open. 

 Photo by: Reagan Lynn Photography

Photo by: Reagan Lynn Photography

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Reagan and I had made a trip to downtown Indianapolis for a photographer meet-up hosted by one of our favorite photogs (@zacharyraber). We decided to make the trip a few weeks ago and wanted to make a day out of it. We arrived early to eat brunch at Cafe Patachou. 

We were a little pessimistic at first... it had been pouring down rain all morning, it was cold, and although we enjoyed our food, afterwards we couldn't get the parking meter to work. We looked at each other, with our camera gear around our necks and both in matching rain coats and said, "This better be worth it." 

Once we finally got parked and to the meet-up location at the Indiana State Museum, we couldn't find the group and had no clue where to go. It felt a little disorganized and we were still questioning if this trip was worth our precious gas money. 

After finding a group of people that were also lost, but also looking for the meet-up, we finally got to where we were supposed to be. There was a lot of disorganization and no one really knew what was going on (a model pointed out that a woman was clearly not in charge of this meet-up, haha). 

The day was filled with a couple hours of shooting along the canal, drizzling rain, a lot of squatting in bushes and bumping elbows with other photographers (oh and free hats!). Surrounded by 20 other creatives, it was an awesome day. A group of us went to a cute coffee shop afterwards called the Thirsty Scholar. We were all obsessing over the perfect lighting and marble tables the entire time. 

After an hour of talking, laughing, Instagram photos, and hand-modeling, it was time to get on the road home (making a quick stop in front of an ivy-wall in the parking lot). 

Reagan and I started the walk back to the car, talking about all of the wall art, abandoned buildings, and what a day it had been. We were satisfied. 

We had been on the road for about 10 minutes when we noticed how the fog was hanging low by the river. Before either of us commented on how breathtaking it looked, we both knew we had to stop. 

As Reagan drove forward, the sun was setting faster and we were getting discouraged that there would be no place to pull off on the side of the road. She took the first possible right that we approached and our hearts sunk a little when we saw that the river just didn't look quite as magical from that side. 

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Until we saw the bridge ahead, with the perfect pull-off location. The sun was the perfect hues of pink, blue, and orange and the fog was rolling in. We both jumped out of the car, screaming to each other with excitement. 

As we were running around, switching outfits, dancing around, freaking out about how this was the most perfect photo location and moment in the entire world, I felt so alive and inspired. 

I can't even begin to tell you how much I love what I do. Although, I sometimes have doubt about my career choice. My passion. My hobby. My whole life revolves around photography, and I have questioned if that was the right decision. Will I make enough money? Will I get enough business? Will I keep improving? Will I get burnt out? 

Let me tell you that tonight confirmed that I'm doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing. You see, photographers see the world differently and unless you are one, I can't really describe how it looks. Abandoned buildings, a row of matching trash cans, rusted down vehicles, a laundromat, raggedy clothes, parking garages, and crumbling walls all look magical to us. The perfect backdrop. So when you give us a PERFECT SUNSET and add fog to it, that's just something I can't put into words. 

I may not have it all figured out, but I would not give up the way I see the world and the way I photograph it for anything. 

So here's to the nights we feel alive and so in the moment that nothing else matters. I say that I felt like I was dreaming with my eyes open last night, but if we are being honest I get to dream with my eyes open every time I'm behind my camera. Oh how lucky I am. 

Here's to the next adventure. 

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