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BEWARE THE AYESEAYUH
A photo safari through magical realms.
With camera in hand and wanderlust in my veins I had undertaken an expedition to trek through the uncharted, and rumored to be, “Magical” dark forests of Warwick, Rhode Island. I was in search of the elusive and legendary “Perfectum Iaculat” (Translation: “Perfect Shot”).
Following an extensive day of preparations I had decided to acquire some much needed slumber and retire for the evening; as the journey was set to commence early on the morrow. After a fitful night’s rest a ray of sun broke through the stormy canopy just long enough to pierce the fold of my eyelid and awaken me to a damp and frigid morning that was once again threatening a day-long deluge of monsoon-like fury.
My companion and native guide for this expedition was my big sister, Cyndie. Anxious for the adventure to unfold, she had already risen well before the inky night turned into the ominous dawn, and always one to take care of her little brother, she acknowledged my consciousness with a mug of steaming-black demitasse. Ready to get our quest underway, I arose from my bed of dank leaves, and without a word I cleared the mug of its searing contents. No thanks or discussion was necessary, we both knew the seriousness of our exploration. We gave each other an all knowing nod, collected our gear, and headed out of her…
