Trouvaille

Tina Sosna

Do not sit plz.

Fog Windows by Alex Bailey

Atonement (2007)

Trillium Lake by Jonny Borruso

tar from the street starts to stick to your blackened feet. it hits you like some nostalgia you haven’t felt since you were fifteen. when you thought you’d never feel any more lonely. or you’d never grow into your own body. clumsy hands catching fireflies trying your hardest not to smother them alive. crackling from the fire sends sparks off into the night sky. it’s glowing purple and blue. like your older brothers classic punch-buggy-no-punch-back crippling bruise. but now you’re grown and you rejoice in those hues. sing out your favorite songs when you’ve got the blues. cause let me tell you, we’ve all got the blues.

From last month, during a trip to Mt Baker with @masonstrehlphoto @furstyphoto @michaelflugstad @milliethegoldendog

rustic.