Wednesday, May 27, 2015


So we're barefoot Indians at my house. Hot. Wild. Almost free... free once the school is finished. We're chasing stories and sharing them, me and my sisters. Swapping books. Waiting for the pool to open. Loving the summer that has hardly begun. I've been finding my photography style and working on my novel. Summer here I come!

~where the stories come alive and the stars shine down on me at night

~magic birdbath that holds the sky in its clasp

~fir trees

~wild flowers

~ wise old willow


~photographer's perspective

~trees trying to reach the sky

~lunch on the porch basking in the sun

{ if only}

if only humans could fly

if only stars could be touched

if only babies didn't cry

if only there wasn't something called goodbye

but the worlds only spun once

and words often echo that lie

and we can fly on dream's back

so fly // fly // fly

Just a wish...



  1. I love your blog so much! I think it's safe to say I'm addicted.

    1. Comments like that make the tedious hours working on the blog suddenly worth it. <3 Thank you for making me smile!