An endless blue shore, white sand, cotton pink skies. Mmmhmm, I crave pastels like these admits the setting afternoon sun.
(The view outside our balcony) Following our Nashville stay, we drove another 7 hours into the deep south, straight through Alabama into the panhandle of Florida.
(The view outside our balcony) The lush green colors of the seaside hotel gradient into the yellow of the walkway then into the storm of cold blue. Color palettes, seriously…. my weakness.
I’m basically in love with the velvety texture of the waves crashing against the shore and the sea foam that piles at the water’s edge, desperately colliding together into a blur of white. It makes me want to dig up those old ocean inspired poems on my book shelf and frame them on my wall.
My adorable grandmother being adorable. I loved the way the sun hit her frame with a golden halo and the silhouette that ensued.
Two kids play on the shore, splashing against the frozen waters. I’m getting nostalgic…