In August, I happily traveled to Uganda with a group of peeps from my church. It was amazing. (I hate using that word, but it does describe my trip pretty spot on.) As my plane descended into the thick, smokey Ugandan night I felt a purpose of place I had not felt in quite awhile. I knew with every part of my being that I was right where I was supposed to be. The following 12 days were spent with sense overload to the max. As a photographer, it was priceless. It was beautiful. I was lovingly attacked by kids like never before, I ate exquisite, delicious foods and worshiped in churches under tents and with open cement walls. New friends served me with love in this beautiful, foreign land. The kids begged me to take their picture, the colors were beautiful and everything was completely new to my eye. My heart loves Uganda. Forever.
Having been home for about 3 months now, it all seems like a distant dream that I am so thankful to have had. As my feet once again touched American soil, and I came home, returned to my routines, and adjusted to the time change, a strange thing happened to this photographer. I scrolled through my pictures and there was such a emotional component attachment them. I felt a strange need to protect them. Oftentimes, it was even strange to look at them all. It was slightly overwhelming. I think my mind needed to decompress the trip and all that it entailed before I could share these photos here. Please know, this is by far not my finest work. Almost all of them were taken right at midday with direct sun. Some were taken from our moving bus as it raced through the dusty streets. Most are grainy and some slightly off focus. Whatever. They are my heart, and I am choosing to share a few of my favs with you. I hope you like them. Enjoy:)
