I was heading back to my car after today's photo shoot. As usual, it was almost dark and I was the only person on the trail. Far away, the passing car lights on hwy 1 were like beacons, telling me where I should be going. Suddenly, I had an urge to capture this moment, the empty trail, the long way back. Going home is often the loneliest part of a journey.
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