// tomahawks and moccasins

It is the Indian summer. The rising sun blazes through the misty air like a conflagration. A yellowish, smoky haze fills the atmosphere, and a filmy mist lies like a silver lining on the sky. The wind is soft and low. It wafts to us the odor of forest leaves, that hang wilted on the dripping branches, or drop into the stream. Their gorgeous tints are gone, as if the autumnal rains had washed them out. Orange, yellow and scarlet, all are changed to one melancholy russet hue. The birds, too, have taken wing, and have left their roofless dwellings. Not the whistle of a robin, not the twitter of an eavesdropping swallow, not the carol of one sweet, familiar voice. All gone. Only the dismal cawing of a crow, as he sits and curses that the harvest is over; or the chit-chat of an idle squirrel, the noisy denizen of a hollow tree, the mendicant friar of a large parish, the absolute monarch of a dozen acorns.

// Summer daze

Everyone needs a summer daze..these bottle my ideal summer! I'm loving the natural light and look of these pictures. Summer is the perfect time of year to be carefree and try whimsical fashion risks. Go out one night and not do your hair..air dry and wavy! Try no makeup for one night..see how many people will notice your natural beauty (you will be amazed). Mix and match patterns and textures! and don't forget your Hippie Headwear :) Take out your inner hippie-relax and let live! Natural is beauty and less is more! xo enjoy!