Carved Trees

 I used to want to leave my mark on everything. Make sure I mattered. I needed to make sure that I wouldn't be forgotten. It was my biggest fear. I learned a lot about how the world works in that way. I learned that I may remember everything and things may be extremely important to me but that doesn't mean that I'll ever have the same affect on anyone else. It was easier to be forgettable than to give someone enough to remember me for.

I met a boy who wants to be remembered. He's the first memory in my passenger seat. He's the first carved letter into a tree. He's hard to forget, so I remember. I'll remember that tree, in the park with the swings, the rocks, and that feeling. I had to go back. I had to take pictures. Take something with me to hold onto; to remember; to forget.

A memory.


  1. I seriously love this! I carved me and my loves initials into a tree at my old house.

    Tegan xx - Permanent Procrastination

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  2. This was beautiful! And I love those photographs, gorgeous!

    Drea xo
    Drea's Junkyard

  3. Your photographs are lovely and you write beautifully. :)

    A whole lot of serendipity


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