Camping here seems to be a lot like child-birth, where I choose to only remember the good parts. In only a few days my memory of the awful nights sleep, with the stiff neck and sore back, are quickly fading. Mostly it is only the light I remember, the clearest light, on days they said it would rain. And, how we were so magically alone there.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend!
xoxo - A.
P.S. All new photographs from this week can be found in my shop!