I recently binged the Chronicles of Riddick Trilogy.
What is it about being in your thirties? You start to get a bit more comfortable, you start to really question shit, and you start to really not give a f**k about stuff anymore.
…Or is everyone going through a tough time right now? A period of transition?
The weather turned a bit ago, and I found these shots still sitting on my computer.
So just to go off yesterday’s post. Just so you don’t think my world is falling apart or anything. I’ve got a little story today.
Feeling like everything is changing. Feeling like things are spinning. Feeling like I don’t know what to do about anything.
Whether I’m at a cottage, or a campsite, or just travelling around, you can’t tear me away from pretty dresses.
Up in the Northern part of Ontario, it gets a lot colder than you might expect…or let me rephrase,
Driving four hours up to a cottage means that sometimes you have to pull over for a pit stop in the middle of nowhere,
Morning sunshine and *sorta* warmer temperatures meant what else but the beach!
