Liminal spaces are magic. 
Neither active nor still, we recognize the passing of one storm and anticipate the next. Against the magenta sunset sits a home that is not yet home. Simple structures for now, but we see a tomorrow when they will be more.
Taken the evening before Freezer Burn and after a prairie squall, this photo is a held breath and a silent moment. It is the hope of those there, those not yet there, and those who will never be there again.It is the potential of the in-between, the transcendence of the unknown, and the certainty that it will be magic.
Photography by SilverFox
Writing by Celene
