“My ghost, where’d you go? What happened to the soul that you used to be?” “Ghost” by Halsey blares from the car speakers. I’m standing in the road, facing the woods, and I notice leaves are starting to change color; red and orange sprinkled sporadically throughout the mountaintops. There’s enough wind that I have to brush my hair out of my eyes as I look through the camera. Goosebumps are spreading up and down my legs; it’s cold outside. The subject of the photo is fierce, completely vulnerable, and free. I focus the lens. Trying to find a balance, I zoom in and out. I’m sitting in the middle of a vacant street, letting the beat relax my muscles that are often clenched from worry. Grateful I’m experiencing the bliss of nature, I stop for a minute in an attempt to create an unforgettable mental image. The feeling of sadness, confusion, loneliness, and contentment rolled into one moment is like knowing the difference between being kind and being right. The chorus of “Ghost” brings me back to reality. Once again I look through the lens; the picture is just right.