These pictures were taken a little past golden hour – you know, that magical time bloggers love for photographing when the light is perfectly soft and allows for lens flare galore. The thing about chasing light is you get to witness how fast it disappears, and when it’s gone you can’t get it back. For some reason that’s a wistful yet lovely experience for me. Anyway, frolicking in a field in boots is not ideal but I haven’t been able to stop wearing these booties since I got them, plus their nude color and the weather being mild lately are convincing me (because it takes so much convincing) that they can work as summer boots..
The title of this post is a line from one of my favorite poems by e.e. cummings, posted on my tumblr.