Gemotions

The ferry ride across the sound felt like a buoyant dream. Liam leaned against the rail, the salt-laced wind whipping through his hair, a wide grin plastered across his face. He'd poured his heart into his photography, documenting the changing landscape, the subtle shifts of light, the ephemeral beauty of the natural world. He’d shown no one. His images, though, had found their way into a small gallery. The curator had called, gushing about the emotion conveyed in his shots. The thought of it, of people seeing his view, felt… good. Truly.