The last in this southern gothic feeling kind of series.
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P.s the post processing on these was more minimal than you’d think, the sky really does bleed out here, if you stay out long enough to see it.
Just details right now,
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There are many reason, varied and inconsequential, as to why I love mountains.
It could be the hot summer nights spent in Honduras, watching the stars twinkle over them while pop ballads played out a neighbors window, sweat cooling on my legs and my cousins promise to drag me out exploring in them one day soon jingling in my head. (I did go exploring in them eventually, and yelling across one side of a peak to another while the sun beat down hot on my neck, the only girl in a crowd of rowdy boys, it’s an experience not soon forgotten)Â
It could be my teenage years spent riding the BART train back and forth underneath the shadow of Mt. Diablo, Â from one near-life adventure in San Francisco to the next, it’s gentle curves pure poetry at sundown.
There is this idea of eternity in them, of endurance and strength. Â Architecture can crumble, mighty rivers run dry, but mountains stay forever, don’t they? Thats not true of course, everything erodes over time but in a single lifetime a mountain can feel like this side of forever-always.
I don’t run away to the mountains to escape, though I make a joke of that enough that you would think it’s true. Being in the shadow of a giant, seeing peaks appear on the horizon, watching the land fold itself into beauty in the swirls of mountain ranges, it’s the feeling of being electrifyingly alive and just this side of almost lost that calls to me.
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So by now, it’s a known fact that I can never document my travel-adventure-whathaveyou things even close to the time they happen. But in between my day job, keeping up with friends and loved ones, the crap-top of creative projects i’ve got going on, not to mention my yawning cavern of endless procrastination skills, its sorta the best I can do. Anyways, with that being said, these photos were taken in August, and they’re just a brief overview of the time me and my bf spent in the San Juan Mountains region of Colorado. For the little time we spent there, just 3 days, we covered a lot of ground and over the next 2 weeks i’ll be posting more detailed posts of the areas I dragged him through- ehem I mean, of the areas we willingly explored together.
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Following the adventures I had back at the end of May….which, yes….i’m terrible at getting around to editing and posting things, it’s a thing i’m working on. Kinda. Sorta. Ok, moving on…
To be fair, only Kat was wearing a dress, and she was actually the one who had the most sure footing. After departing from our perfect moment wandering the waters ,we headed into the woods to muddy our feet, climb trees and shake the city dust off our hearts.It was fantastic, to be running around after sitting in a car for 3 hours, cooped up and expecting rain. We had arrived in the White Mountains later in the day then we’d expected, the sun was already starting to set and yet we continued around the bend, around the lake to explore more more more. People lingered in spots but for the most part it was solely our playground, solitude in the best way.
The next day we learned that Kat had gotten a bit of a sunburn on her chest, and my knees felt like they were on FIRE while we hiked around the area, but in that moment, running around like wild children of the forest, nothing mattered more than making our way around the bend.
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