10/27/2021
It's been awhile since I've created for the sake of creating and I haven't poured my heart out in some time. I'm feeling nostalgic and something about these images shakes my core in the most beautiful way possible. You might see just a string of fall photos, I see art, and a representation of my deeper self. The girl who relates to what this season is. I've always loved the IDEA of fall, seen on TV. Where I came from in Arizona, there wasn't much of it close by, or what was, was fleeting and the mood (in always sunny AZ) wasn't the same. It wasn't until I moved here that I found how much this season is where I belong and something I was definitely missing out on.
You might be thinking, how basic, almost every girl loves fall. You're not wrong. Yes, the colors are pretty, the clothes are cute, it's the time of year where cozy becomes a regular occurrence. All of which I do really love. For me however, it's much more than that. It's the awe of stepping outside to watch the phase of leaves, reaching an array of colors. Watching them detach and slowly fall where they'll dance in the wind before decomposing as time goes by. It's the mesmerizing mood of the weather on a dark cloudy day, that almost speaks a certain calm over my storm with a reminder that "you're not alone" It's the sharp, crisp smell that burns the lungs but offers a certain euphoric delight. It's the rich vibrancy in the colors that seems brighter only when rain washes over it all.
Can you relate to this? For me this translates into the beauty of seeing, in tangible form, the shedding of old, to make room for new. It's a necessary part of life. Sometimes painful, sometimes beautiful. I connect with this deeply, in fact I'd say it's imprinted on my heart. It's how I'd describe myself as a person, the life I've grown through that's shaped me. I've always had a strong love, and appreciation for beauty in the dark, raw parts of life. It's why fall is my favorite season, it's why I found a love for photography, playing with the light and dark. My heart beats there, in the roughest, purest form of life's most refining moments. ✨✨✨
