“I’d had no particular interest in the Southwest at all as a young girl, and I was completely surprised that the desert stole my heart to the extent it did.” – Terri Windling
We are not a family who goes to the mountains in the winter. In fact, after spending 7 years in Colorado I have learned that trying to get to the mountains in the winter is both dangerous (usually from the snowstorms and non natives trying to drive in them) and frustrating (from the tourists).
No, we are a family who goes to the mountains in the off season. I’ve grown to love this season for this part of God’s creation. Mountain towns have a new life breathed into them when the snow melts and the sun shines warmer.
Social media gets a pretty bad rep sometimes, and Instagram is usually at the top of that list. And yes, some of it is fake. Yes, some accounts aren’t portraying fair standards or honest depictions of beauty. Yes, some people pay for followers and some people become too easily stressed over their ratio or likes or popularity. Yes, to an extent it became a popularity contest.
But it was always, first and foremost, a tool to share photos.
Denver, Colorado. Or Nashville, Tennessee. Is it the place you call home? Or the place you live in now? Is it the place you remember or the place you’re discovering?