_DSC3652.jpg

CAMP

Every year we camp. It feels good to get out, and ignore the parts that make us forget where we come from. Those trees don’t care about you. Those trees don’t care about Instagram. But here I am, sharing my care of those trees, that space, and that forgotten spot.

Birthday trip trees. The lens used is older than me.

More trees from that peaceful weekend of reading and lounging.

Nothing is here, but I could have sworn I was being watched.

This is how it felt the whole time. Unfocused, warm and breezy.

During a family trip, hanging clothes out to try.

These woods beckoned me. I told them ‘sorry I am busy.’

This tree has seen a lot. Metaphorically of course, trees don’t have eyeballs.

Unfocused.