“though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.”
― ralph waldo emerson,

 
“life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “wow! what a ride!”
― hunter s. thompson

 
grappling through the thick fog, reaching above our heads as we climbed higher.
the weight of the moment as heavy as the fog hugging our bodies & filling the air.
my hand in yours, tiptoe to the edge.
hushed laughter swirling around in the air with the sound of crashing waves below.
one of my favorite memories of all time, one of my favorite memories next to you.
 
// photographs taken during my favorite hike ever, The Beehive Mountain, Acadia National Park

 
maine.
land of blueberries, whoopie pies, ice cream stands, & lobster shacks.
every time i think of her, i will remember foggy, winding roads.
cicadas & gulls on repeat.
wine + cheese while counting the waves as they crash.

 
the thick, fresh fog kissing our faces, surrounding our bodies.
navigating through till we reached the water’s edge.
salty breeze, the crash crash crash of the waves against the rocks below.
maine stole our hearts from the moment we stepped on her soil.