
I wander through the woods. The day is cool and dry, with a wind blowing that smells of wood and fallen leaves. The bracken has begun to brown, though the Joe pye weed and goldenrod still stand strong.
Fear is such a funny thing, which looks at you with no humor in its gaze
and never blinks wide eyes, and is thin and crippled and seething, and has tears glinting off its cheeks, and is
small and alone
Comments
Breathtaking, woah! Was this reached at the end of a hike? There's a real sense of triumph that exudes from this photo.
It’s at the top of camels hump, and that’s my mom- beautiful, isn’t it? :)
OMG PHOEBEEEE UR A PRO PHOTOGRAPHER AHHHHH ❤
:DD
i miss u phoebe jesus :(
me tooo i wish we were able to see eachother more
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