Small Things

Photographer. 24. Manhattan resident, Olympia, WA loyalist, Cleveland native.
these are predominately my own.

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deep in the forest, beneath the moss-dripping trees I found myself, lost my heart. 

deep in the forest, beneath the moss-dripping trees I found myself, lost my heart. 

I don’t think I will ever stop being grateful I went to college in this forest. 

I don’t think I will ever stop being grateful I went to college in this forest. 

One of the first places I had to return to when I visited Olympia in June was the Watchtower. That forest is magic. 

One of the first places I had to return to when I visited Olympia in June was the Watchtower. That forest is magic. 

Sometimes in the midst of the garbage smells, exhaust fumes, sardine-packed-crowds, and beautiful towers, I think of the cool, green, dripping fog clinging to my skin in the damp Oly mornings, just for a moment.  View high resolution

Sometimes in the midst of the garbage smells, exhaust fumes, sardine-packed-crowds, and beautiful towers, I think of the cool, green, dripping fog clinging to my skin in the damp Oly mornings, just for a moment. 

Lucy and a fern on top of the watchtower, in the woods. View high resolution

Lucy and a fern on top of the watchtower, in the woods.

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