This letter was addressed to my eighteen year old great-great uncle from his eldest sister. It was sent through the post on July 31, 1922. He tragically passed away August 1st, 1922. I’ll forever wonder whether or not he received and read it in time. It wasn’t until recently when I found the letter stuffed in an old box hidden away in a closet, and after researching and familiarizing myself with death dates of family, that I came to the ironic realization of this letter. #ShareTheirStories
Somewhere in the Cascades, east-bound. Two summers ago. Let me tell you, time flies.
Right before sunset, as sunlight began to fade away further and deeper down into the horizon.
I’m ready for spring days. The air has a familiar golden warmth to it. The sun shines just a little bit longer each day. The flowers and trees come alive. I always feel this strong creative recharge around that time of year and it’s oh so good.
Photographing the night sky was never something I’d never explored until this winter (albeit moon shots). I didn’t think I was capable of doing it because it seemed difficult. Definitely not the best, but a start!
“A place that exists only in moonlight.”
The land of 360 degree panoramic views of mountains, valleys, trees, and glacial lakes.
One of the coolest vintage shops in Ohio.
Happy 2019! It’s strange to think that the new year is here. Time flies and doesn’t wait for anyone. I wish you all a wonderful year of success, happiness, and good health.