One year ago, I turned twenty-five on the twenty fifth of October. It is said that when your age matches the date of your birth, that year is "Golden," and, at the time, I must admit that I felt more like "Rust." I was one quarter of a century old, and all of a sudden my female instincts started to haunt my mind. All that I could think about was the fact that I only had five more years left in my twenties- "the best years of your life," and the second hand of my clock was spinning fast. I was in some weird limbo stuck in Los Angeles, lost and completely passionless...
It is amazing when you discover again what ignites you. After a couple of quick trips back to the mountains, Colorado caught fire to my heart. Since my move back in January, I have found such a "Golden" purpose to my every day life. I have gotten to mash up all of my passions into one solid direction, and this concept of a "Golden Year" has proven true! Now it's onto another 365 days of self-discovery, love, and passion. Thank you to everyone who has been a huge part of my journey this last year!
For these photos, I let my hair go wild and did absolutely nothing to it... (It has an erratic and individualistic mind of it's own.) My boyfriend, Trevor, took me out to this delapidated, possibly haunted, farm in our hometown and snapped some photos of me while we explored. There was a ghostly and enchanting feeling on this quiet and cool fall morning, and it was so fun to wander around these ruins imagining what life would have been like years before. I think all of these photos seemed to have morphed us into spirit-like beings from the past...I find magic in places like this, and I encourage everyone to explore, wander, and get lost.