It was good being home during a time of chaos and uncertainty. I missed my family and the calmness and familiarity of where I grew up. But minutes quickly turn into hours, which turn into days, which turn themselves into weeks. Then suddenly, you miss your loud dorm where your second family lived. Now we’re so far apart. No one knows what’s going to happen next week, next month. No one knows what’s going to happen tomorrow. My fear is not knowing, I can’t be prepared. So now I’m forced to deal with the present moment and constantly reminded to enjoy it. Studying photography in school made my love for it stretch thin, going from photo class to photo class. Now I remember how I used to see things, the beauty in everything. Like the way the morning sun makes footprints glisten and the water sparkle. I picked up my camera and marked the small window of time in which an echo of human presence existed, but would soon fade away, with the click of a button.