The guy and I celebrated our two year anniversary this past weekend with a trip up the coast to Big Sur. Words can't describe how wonderful it all was, but pictures tend to capture the essence of every moment with fragments of embedded emotions...
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| As we happened on the first vineyards along the way, I sent off a final tweet and checked out of instant-response-land. |
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| The storms were following quickly behind. As the setting sun called to us in the distance, we kept our pace. |
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| Tracks made, but no travelers in sight. |
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| I spotted a lone pony watching us from a small corral just off the roadside. |
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| We didn't arrive until late in the evening. The rain had taken to falling again and we rushed into our warm woodsy cabin for some shut-eye. The next morning, dew-drops and bright ferns greeted us into a world far from wifi. |
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| Even foreign phone booths were laid to rest in the deep valleys of our escape. |
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| Far away, the sound of cars sweeping past melded with the roaring waves and we were quick to give up on deciphering between the two. |
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| ...and in the middle of lush green forests and creamy cool waters... |
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| We found fence posts worth tiptoeing across, |
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| miniature bouquets dusted with grace, |
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| rocks for jumping from one to another, paint brushes with stencils built in and shady paths to kingdoms of vines. |
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| On a cliff's edge we held close, not for safety but to moments carrying future memories. |
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| In meadows, we lie low as sweet grasses blush our cheeks. |
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| Running, jumping and dancing in the afternoon light. |
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| Offerings, conversation, new friends and blessings. |
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| Just Love. |
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| Sunbathing and precious observation. |
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| One of our never-fails-to-happen stumblings across magic, a reason to hike, swim and wander. |
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| ...and to capture all that was and is meant to be. |
Vintage, personal collection
xoxo,
