oh man, after thinking about things and surely feeling NOT 18 anymore, it's strange to sit and think about where my days are going. i mentioned on my instagram recently that i was tired of feeling like i wasn't appreciating my days. every sunrise, every sunset. it's not that they go unnoticed, i just find myself forgetting to sit down and soak it all in. soak in the idea that today is the last day i will ever be this young, and at the same time, it is the oldest i have ever been.
we took a trip to the bastrop state park a couple of days ago. i kept thinking about the fire bastrop had last september that took an immense toll on their city. such a small little town being overwhelmed by flames and smoke that can easily cause death. we are so fucking fragile.
i kept picturing every area and how it might've looked engulfed in flames. it's silly, i guess. i'm too much of a realist, but i just can't imagine.
i have a thing about getting too dark too fast, so on to photos. on to the photos my girlfriend and i took of each other. is it strange to say this girl is in love with me? and that i can tell by the way she was able to capture such a messed up being? well it's real. it's us. - - -
this bridge in bastrop felt surreal during the 'golden hour' of sunlight. right before the sunset takes over and brings in the dark skies. it was perfect timing.
favorite.
::lit up bridges and the sun setting::
the 'hands over the face' pose is sort of our tradition. the first one during our first ever "photo shoot" behind the elementary school i attended. back in the early 2008-2009 years.
my favorite hands.
leftovers.
