There’s a bohemian jungalow in the red rocks, just off Westfork Trail. It was more alive with wonder than I could have possibly imagined. Every step we took, the scenery transformed and told a story of a wild world spun infinitely in time. From the whispers of a golden field with apple trees. To red rock cliffs, canopying high above a quiet creek. There were overgrown ferns that felt wildly exotic and tall oak trees who’s trunks were hidden with ivy, from their roots to the stars. The brick remains of an old, burned down hotel were overgrown with earth, making you feel as though you were traveling through an enchanted, secret garden.
I love this Auguste dress and how romantic it makes me feel. Slipping it on and traveling through Westfork made for an escape to another time, another place. I love when something can transform you into something new, if only for just a day.