My Mother, Marj Wade, stands near a tree breathing in the fresh, crisp air at the foot of a forest that we later ventured into, exploring all the secrets and magic areas of wildlife. She is the strongest woman I know for a countless amount of reasons. In my eyes, she is amazing at everything besides trying to take a serious photo of her when she knows your camera lens is pointing at her - freezing those moments of her lost in the thoughts of her own mind are a beautiful treasure.