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The tiny, solo roadtrip I didn't know I needed.

Sometimes when I'm in the mood to give back and post for once, I get frustrated that all I find on my camera roll are functional photos of lists or candles or dress colors or something wedding related. And I don't know about you, but at least the way I take my "reminder photos" is not artsy or glamorous and they don't make for great instagrams. If I instagrammed my "reminder pics", you would probably mistake me for a super awkward middle schooler or someone well seasoned in life (no offense, awkward and old people). My reminder photos are unfiltered, crooked, grainy and are meant for function only. Hopefully by now you get the picture (pun intended).

To be analytical, that's the way my life has been lately. I haven't worked hard on a cool graphic design project or gone out and shot any amazing photos that I'm super proud of, or even spent time investing in relationships that I can recap with a nice post at the end of the day. The thing about being so busy, even if it's necessary for a while, is that you really should still come up for air, but unless you come up for air, it's hard to remember that you need it.

But The Lord knows what we need.

After going on a mini-roadtrip across town to pick some wedding things up, I realized I was in one of those coveted beautiful moments where the sun is shining perfectly and the wind is blowing and the landscape is beautiful and there's lyrically and melodically fitting music on and I'm happy to say, I thought to capture it.
Yes, I captured it in video form and screenshotted a frame of it, but being there, I can vouch that it still tells you a little bit about the nature of this moment I'm thankful I got.  Warm, windy, attractive, fleeting.

So anyway, not that you have to answer to me, but although you may not be planning a wedding, I know your life is probably busy too. I just want to remind you to come up for air, or recognize when you're in those moments you can look around and smile about, just because you are where you are, even if where you are is the middle of crazytown. ;)

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