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For three months, she tried to force it. She took commissions she didn't want, photographed sunsets that left her cold, and scrolled through the work of others with a knot of envy and despair in her stomach. Her agent, gentle but worried, suggested a sabbatical. Lou took it as a failure.

Holding the bird, Lou felt a crack form in the wall of her despair. The problem wasn’t that she had lost her passion for photography. The problem was that she had confused the outcome —the gallery shows, the praise, the technical perfection—with the source . The source was wonder. And somewhere along the way, she had stopped being seven-year-old Lou, who saw magic in a broken bird. lou charmelle