These are a few pics from our visit to the Grand Canyon. It was such a beautiful sight to pull up to, and hard to capture. From the colors, to the sky…It all seemed to get washed out from the visibility of the air. And it’s just so GRAND. I mean, how do you take something larger than life and shrink it into 1200 pixels wide? I guess it’s one of those things you just have to see for yourself. I mean, it’s only one of the natural seven wonders of the world. SaveSave SaveSave
This is my second trip walking through Lower Antelope Canyon, in Page, Arizona. I discovered things I missed the first time. And had memories from the last. It’s amazing how different yet the same something can feel with only a little time. I hope to go back again to discover even more beauty. It is such a sacred place, and leaves your spirit in harmony with something greater than yourself. SaveSave
Blouse: Vida Moulin | Top: Vida Moulin | Jeans: Madewell | Boots: Lucky | Hat: Free People This place is planetary. Wild. Breathtakingly beautiful. One of my favorite spots to get lost in. You see, I crave freedom and beauty. I need it. Like I need air to breathe. I need to feel alive in ways that challenge my perception of life and my place in it. I want to feel small in big places. To feel time in infinite ways, and yet, to not feel it at all. I simply want to exist. And I feel like for my whole life, I’ve been running away from that very notion. I thought, what is existence…
Jacket: JCrew | Jeans: JCrew | Boots: Sorrell | Mittens: Anthropologie Park City, Utah. December ’16. What is this thing called snow? I’m a desert girl by nature, but with each falling snowflake, I’m falling in love with the idea of calling the mountains home.
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Dress: Joie (old) | Bandana: Madewell | Jean Jacket: Madewell They say you can lead a horse to water, but did you know…a horse can lead a girl to beauty? It was late afternoon when I found myself in a golden field, bathed by warm sunlight. My heart awoke to what I saw before me. It drifted through the fields as light as a feather, carried like a sweet melody. Every step I took was not directed by my own, but by the trail of wild horses. In a standoff we stood, staring down the other, wondering where each one of us came from. Him-the wild. Me?-Captivity. There was something liberating in his eyes. As if they were calling me to an unknown…
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