I Heart North Bend
UmberDove
Can I photographically gush for a bit on how enamored I am with my little town?
I am the girl who, two weeks into a relationship, decides she has fallen in love. I'm a fool for the turning tide of Autumn, the marriage of cold air and rosy cheeks, the sweep of fog across the valley and the break of sunlight dancing on dew. I walk outside and fill my lungs with the scent of our affair. I fill my hands with the colors of fire and twirl my fingertips along trails of moss. I'm a hopeless romantic when it comes to these things and they know it.
I NEVER HAD A CHANCE
AND THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT WITH ME