📷 Life is to short to miss out on moments like these, at the end of this journey that we all live only photographs are left. So give them the elements they deserve to tell the story for those who never knew.
"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗 - 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 - 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 - 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 - 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎.
𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 - 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑..." - CC
The best view comes after the hardest climb. 2 thigh cramps and scrambling up 3 boulder fields later with no distinct trail, we’ve made it to the summit. Am i a mountain 🐐 now? Can’t tell you how many times I wanted to turn back around but the view was so worth it. Getting down was even worse since we took another path, I had to slide slowly downhill with all these tree bristles. Any wrong move would’ve sent me tumbling downhill😭
I lie awake and paint pictures in my head.
Canvases filled with color and some
with no color.
Only shades of gray.
But gray is a color... it tells me when I’m low,
When it’s about to rain, when it’s ok to cry.
The brush just takes over.