The river I like to visit has flooded. These trees, usually yards from the shore, are now half-submerged in icy waters. It's funny when landscapes change like that. Even things that seem permanent go through alterations, like the moon waxing and waning continually. Anyway, I slipped through the mud quite a bit to take these pictures after the sun had slipped below the horizon and it was bitterly cold, but one of those wonderful evenings that makes you feel alive. Even when things don't go quite as planned or I drag a trail of mud behind me on my walk home, I can still get such a sense of peace from a quiet moment stolen in nature.
Outfit details:
vintage cardigan
vintage shoes
Rebecca Minkoff backpack
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