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I don't know what to call it. I just saw all these tiny white flower with the everpresent purple horsemint in the background and figured it'd look nice.
I was still on east coast time, I woke up at 4:45 am and said "What the hell. Let's go exploring".
Notice the fog. The everpresent, everpresent fog.
The view is simply stunning - especially for a Midwest girl - the mountains are right there as an everpresent backdrop.
Silohette of the Randsburg-Jo'burg graveyard against the evening sky. The everpresent mine is seen just beyond.
He was like a budding flower in the way he had grown into himself—showing the promise of self love and acceptance he'd lacked for most of his life. He struggled for many years to get to this point—at times, almost allowing himself to wither away; he once defined himself by his sorrow. Now vibrant and flourishing, he has become much more. He is beautiful without tragedy—more content than melancholic.
His growth is ongoing—everpresent. It may stagger at times, leaving him to wither once again, but he refuses to; he clings on, knowing what waits on the other side of it is worth it. He knows that he is worth it. He is the flower that has grown through concrete—one that continues to bloom in the winter. He has embraced himself fully, and is proud of the person he’s become—no longer self-loathing; he’s come to love himself.
The season is new, and he’ll continue to grow brighter and more beautiful, fueled by love, hope, and creativity—free to become who he’s always wanted to be: himself.
He was like a budding flower in the way he had grown into himself—showing the promise of self love and acceptance he'd lacked for most of his life. He struggled for many years to get to this point—at times, almost allowing himself to wither away; he once defined himself by his sorrow. Now vibrant and flourishing, he has become much more. He is beautiful without tragedy—more content than melancholic.
His growth is ongoing—everpresent. It may stagger at times, leaving him to wither once again, but he refuses to; he clings on, knowing what waits on the other side of it is worth it. He knows that he is worth it. He is the flower that has grown through concrete—one that continues to bloom in the winter. He has embraced himself fully, and is proud of the person he’s become—no longer self-loathing; he’s come to love himself.
The season is new, and he’ll continue to grow brighter and more beautiful, fueled by love, hope, and creativity—free to become who he’s always wanted to be: himself.
Venice: Many buildings have great faces over more pedestrian brick construction. Abby's in the lower right corner taking a photo of the everpresent and gorgeously abundant wisteria.
Chaos was doing a dual stream with Tukso at Tha Falls. Also there was Tukso's everpresent security person, Minxy.
Lofton Stewart and his dependable smile...like clockwork, he will enter a room with a warm smile and a kind hello...sometimes even a Japanese style bow...