bastrop: rebirth

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.  - - -

                                           the in-between photos are always the best ones.

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.