Documenting place is one way I move through this world.
It is kind of a visual way of saying I see this beauty, I honor it and I am grateful for it.
This trip marked the beginning of him being gone. There was so much I could have been thinking about.
So much I could have been missing. But mostly I tried very, very hard to be right “there”.
It was a beautiful week in the mountains. A place I have always felt peace in.
It was the perfect healing atmosphere to keep my heart warm while it struggled with him being away.
The fog covered meadows… the hiking… the deer… the family time. It was sublime.