Sometimes a certain scene or setting evokes such overwhelming nostalgia in me that my heart stops and I am transported to a time and place I've never been to, yet know so well. And I long for it. Does this ever happen to you? I have never skied before. But coming across an empty ski lift in a bed of wildflowers on a summer hike brought me back to a feeling of simplicity and purity. Exquisitely haunting.
This photo was taken at the beginning of July while out on a hike around Mount Hood Meadows. I tried to capture the scene in the same way my eyes experienced it, but of course, photos never do the real moment justice.
I wish summer would last forever, but all good things never do.
And maybe that's why I chose to live nomadically, so that I may chase summer for the rest of my life.
