golden hearts

scotland

we danced in the cornfields as the sun sank down into nothingness. she held her peacock feathers like a queen, and lay in the corn field like a slave to the queen. i want to go back to feel the corn against my finger tips again, and to watch the birds fly up and away into blue skies. take me back to scotland.

out of here

i took caroline out last week after the sun sank down and we wandered with my camera. i got overly excited when i finally figured out how to keep a photo clear and have the night lights on long shutter but i only got one good one which i love!

we're going to leeds fest on the 26th at about 4 in the morning. i might die. but it's going to be the best weekend of my life so far

i love them so much

trails of the wind

my beautiful sophie alice dancing around the moors weaving between the winds trails beneath the sun shine. i love her, with all my heart i do.