the california trip


Spent the weekend roaming the redwoods, lush with green from El Niño’s rain.

Redwood National Park, CA. March 2016. (Instagram)

I am so glad for photographs. I am so glad to have this perfect window into a moment suspended in time when I stood open-mouthed and out of breath, throat tight in the face of a morning more glorious than my welling eyes knew what to do with. When I look at this photo I will remember how the air bit ever so slightly at the ends of my fingers and nose, and how the sun kissed away the chill and lingered on my cheeks and eyelids turning everything pale gold. When I look at this photo, 5, 10, 20 years from now I will remember standing on my tired feet in my scuffed up knock-off doc martins on this bridge in Yosemite national park on May 27th, 2017, twenty-two years old and in love with the world and every single rock and tree in it.