Is Christmas in one week? Yes.
Hi, present Layne here, coming at you live on January 9th. It's no longer a week before Christmas, I've just dragged my feet a long time trying to work on the rebrand for here to be on here more. :)
But, am I clearing out my drafts for what I hope to be the last blog rebrand? Also very much yes.
Hi there, present Layne, again. It's been rebranded. We've got a new name, a new posting schedule of every Saturday for the foreseeable future, and a new string of aesthetics to really pull this slice of the internet together.
Back to you, one-week-before-Christmas Layne. :)
Hi everyone :)
Since I've been on this small corner of the internet, there has been one autumn photoshoot I remember having that I can't find photos from? I went alone to Dan McMahon woods and took almost a hundred photos of the trees. It was the most beautiful, brisk, warm autumn weather and since that day I have been searching for a similar feeling. With some photos left on my disposable camera, and a day off of work, we went to a pumpkin patch and a forest preserve.
It's hard to find a good pumpkin patch without a million children flocking everywhere. Don't get me wrong, that's who pumpkin patches are directed towards, but this patch had activities for all ages (including alcohol and a hayride.) It ended up being a lot of fun and worth the hour and a half drive it took us to get there.
Next stop was a new forest preserve. I'm tucked in the south suburbs of Chicago and around me there are a ton of forest preserves, which I'm so so so grateful for. There's a cluster of them near the community college about fifteen minutes from me and that's where these are from.
My favorite thing about visiting forest preserves is the tranquility. In my every day life, everything is so loud. I am often surrounded by people, working with a team, or out in public. Forests serve as my break from that. The one thing I have a hard time with is being in forests alone for safety reasons. If I ever do go by myself, I need to bring some form of protection. The amount of women attacked in my county's forest preserves is disgusting.
As I write this post, we're about halfway through January and I'm aching for Spring. Between being stuck inside and the constant winter grey skies, I am ready for some sunshine, the smell of rain, and light jacket weather. I am ready for trees to begin blooming again and the slush/ice/snow to leave the streets. I am ready for the smell of spring when it breaks through after winter: the smell of dirt and trees and all things outdoors. For now, I'll dwell on being outside in the Fall and wait for better weather to come.
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