I’m drawn to abandoned places; pulled by history and loneliness, the quiet holding echoes and visions.
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Welcome to my blog. I'm a writer, photographer, and mom in no particular order.
Welcome to my blog. I'm a writer, photographer, and mom in no particular order.
I’m drawn to abandoned places; pulled by history and loneliness, the quiet holding echoes and visions.
My kids got tired of playing with the Christmas lights way before I was tired of taking photos.
I've always wanted to see Death Valley; always, like forever and universes long, something that has and will always be there.
The last time we were in California we packed in as much as we could, filling eight days with countless miles and memories.
Two days isn't enough to see everything Yosemite has to offer. I don't think there is enough time to see it all; to sit and watch the change of seasons and each the beautiful sunset.
We stood at the edge of the lake, clouds moving over the sun, the light coming and going, shimmering on the water.
It's magical. The silence and giant trees and the sounds of rain hitting leaves and touching your face.
Childhood is at once magical and terrible. It is full of things that terrify and amaze, the world an endless place filled with happiness and hurt.
We had just enough time to wander around the cemetery, watching the clouds roll in, and stop along the seawall before the rain started. It was fierce and fast and once it started we headed north.
It’s strange visiting a place that you’ve seen a million times on Instagram. And I don’t feel like that’s an exaggeration on the numbers when it comes to this spot.
Winter in Oklahoma is anything from warm and sunny to bitterly cold with snow flurries. Of course, if you wait five minutes it'll change.
The area gets it's name from the selenite gypsum in the ground, pieces catching the fading light like stardust, pieces of brightness caught by the earth.
I loved the foggy day, the mist rolling in from the Pacific, turning it all into softly focused nature.
2017 brought so many magical moments and as I started it go through photos it was hard to narrow down what I wanted to share.
And I would love to know how others deal with this in the pit of the night when you worry they might not go to college or find someone who really loves them because they were swearing like sailors as toddlers.
I was looking through my backlog of photos and came across our trip to Big Bend. I was amazed to realize it's almost been a year since we were there.
There's something about the change in seasons that makes me want to take road trips, to bundle up in the car and just pick a direction and drive until the scenery is different.
THERE IS NOTHING PRETTIER IN THE WORLD
THAN A GIRL
IN LOVE
WITH EVERY BREATH SHE TAKES.
— ATTICUS
