I had these pictures lying around from a month or so ago, and I thought it would be nice to share them with you now that they are still slightly relevant. And the pictures and memories of summer cheer me up in these difficult times, so there you go :)
Can anyone read the names that were carved into this tree? I always love seeing weathered signatures of someone somewhere in history leaving a mark saying "I was here!". Makes me wonder who that person was.
Sometimes, when I come across a place that reminds me of the fact that we are just a tiny speck on the timeline of this earth and even humanity, I just stand there and try to feel history. Thousands of people have walked were I stand, have felt feelings there, have lived their lives passing by that spot where I am standing and thinking. Even the place where you are sitting right now has history, meaning. Think about it.
dress: T2 vintage