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In a world of places lets go somewhere we haven't gone We've got younger faces than our hearts are letting on And we won't place any stock in old days, Lets save up for something new... ( Novels // Rusty Clanton )
Photocredit: @ashleydiscovers
This tree is so immense that is makes giant ravens look like a tiny little blackbirds...
Beautiful girl in a beautiful meadow on a beautiful day. @ashleydiscovers
We found ourselves atop of a mountain peak The air was thin as a beggar’s sleeve The city lights were miles away The hush was as thick as your winter coat And you wrote our names in the morning Snow with fallen twigs and berries saved Well, don’t be scared of avalanches Tucked up in my snowy branches I will Oh I will Keep you safe...
Avalanches // A Fine Frenzy
photocredit: @ashleydiscovers
Yosemite is an absolute fairytale of a place.
“The making of gardens and parks goes on with civilization all over the world, and they increase both in size and number as their value is recognized. Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike. This natural beauty-hunger is made manifest in the little windowsill gardens of the poor, though perhaps only a geranium in a broken cup, as well as in the carefully tended rose and lily gardens of the rich, the thousands of spacious city parks and botanical gardens, and in our magnificent National Parks-- Yellowstone, Yosemite, Sequoia, etc.—Nature's sublime wonderlands, the admiration and joy of the world.” - John Muir
photo credit: @ashleydiscovers
Petition/Donation to protect the parks: The Nature Conservancy
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.” ― John Muir, Our National Parks
“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.”― Edna St. Vincent Millay || photo credit: @ashleydiscovers
Mountain Dogwood Tree, Yosemite National Park (May 27th 2017)
One of the things about adulthood is that my mother is no longer around in the mornings to tackle me and make me brush my hair, so more often than not it resembles what she would lovingly refer to as “a birds nest”.
Photo taken by @ashleydiscovers (whom I love for many reasons, one of which is that she also lives a mostly hair-brush-free life)
I am so glad for photographs. I am so glad to have this perfect window into a moment suspended in time when I stood open-mouthed and out of breath, throat tight in the face of a morning more glorious than my welling eyes knew what to do with. When I look at this photo I will remember how the air bit ever so slightly at the ends of my fingers and nose, and how the sun kissed away the chill and lingered on my cheeks and eyelids turning everything pale gold. When I look at this photo, 5, 10, 20 years from now I will remember standing on my tired feet in my scuffed up knock-off doc martins on this bridge in Yosemite national park on May 27th, 2017, twenty-two years old and in love with the world and every single rock and tree in it.
I’ve never wanted to be a deer more than I did in this moment.
Catching waterfalls | pictures taken by @ashleydiscovers
Just a couple of road trip pals perched on rocks for photos with a very big half of a dome.
