Embracing the wild
The journey has just begun – but I hope to continue it in something a little like this. Dreamy red?
This is the elder beauty. She stares into your soul & holds your love there. She discerns all. She is my Rose, my dear, sweet Rose – thorns and all.
This is Iggy Pop. Cross her at your peril.
Who says there's no beauty in common garden weeds? This girl could make anything glow with aesthetic wonder. I love this little beauty. She is my Violet, my dear sweet Violet – dogged edges and all.
The ocean. The deep blue wilderness. Alluring and terrifying all at once.
I am certainly on the cusp. About to embark on this long and winding path. Wish me luck!
Wanderlust. One day a van like this will be mine.
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