The Landscape Photographer Still in Me.
This was my second drive up to the Volcano in as many hours. The night was so covered in dense fog the first time I came up that the volcano was completely invisible. I came back to an open sky, a full moon, a crowd with iphones (and flashes!. People peeking over the display on my camera oohing and ahhing at how my photo looked so much better than the one their camera. It was painful to see. It took me several minutes to convince the young girl next to me to turn off the flash of her camera. She finally did, and soon afrer thanked me for it. The crowd that had been waiting for the fog to clear finally finished taking their selfies and eventually left. I was reunited with the landscape photographer in me. It felt awesome.