For as many photographs as I capture in nature, I'm not much of an outdoors person (as my wardrobe should attest). I do enjoy being outside, but I get annoyed with bug bites, sunburns, and lack the motivation for most hikes. Still, it's hard to imagine living so far away from a patch of wilderness to not be able to immerse myself in. It's even a common theme in my favorite poems, novels, and movies: the peace and solace a quiet meadow walk might offer. Perhaps I too find my "wasted spirits renewed" after a short time outside in the evening, as Wordsworth said. I might be moving to a city this spring and it makes my solitary moments by the James River even more cherished.
Outfit details:
Tulle coat
vintage sweater
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