Flowers and weeds bloom as they always seem to do, the time of year is bold.
And I grow old.
Age is the fear weāve always known, never new.
So give away and take today, the love you hold so well.
Hold I may.
Drifting by with a blacked out mind.
Planting seeds in every nook, with the intention of a crook.
A tale for someone, someday, to enjoy.
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Shot by @abigailwornockphotography
For @mae_couture styling workshop
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Story as old as time but one rarely told to kin.
Some shots from the kind, amazing, goofy, and especially talented @anthonyromanocreative
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My Dottie Dee is one whole year old today
Carpenter bee killer
Frisbee freak
My true and pure beauty,
Without you the water rolling in on the beach wouldnāt have me dancing.
With you I got to see the changing trees move past your growing ears.
I got to share every beautiful, difficult, special, and life changing moment with my girl. Even though she prolly canāt grasp the idea, Iāll never forget the way it changed me
Badlands, Glacier, Zion, Crow fair, Yellowstone, Yosemite, Tetons, Grand Canyon, Bryce Canyon, Arches, down the pacific coast highway, and everywhere in between.
I wanted my girl to be a traveler and now I canāt get her out of the truck.
Forever grateful for my graduation present, thank you grandpa for changing my world
Hereās to many many more adventure with the perfect fluffy puppy dog
āAināt it greenā I chime with glee
Volcanos erupting
Apples hailing
Ice and diseased heat coming next week
I saw that movie
Mamas mad
But aināt it green in the spring
Forty two hundred and 99, exactly the time. Faith has no sense and calm has no direction. To vacate the vein you must move. You have to think. And you need to repent. Seven mother Maryās and a black tie. Listen to the gods cry with your third eye. Sit back and certainly try not to die. Whits worn and candy striped. Festering in that sweet goodnight.
