Some days, the struggle is real.
I got up early to take these pictures, and in my haste to get ready in the morning, I knocked over a glass candle holder in my bathroom…and then I stepped on a broken shard. Which I didn’t even realize until I was trailing blood all over the floor. Thank goodness for a carpet-free apartment, right? I bandaged up my foot and got dressed and out the door like a champ, and then the real challenge began.
For a long time, I’ve really wanted to take pictures at this very covered bridge, right as the sun was coming up. I thought nothing could be prettier or more quaint than the dawn breaking over the river. That’s what I was determined to get, bleeding toe or not.
Instead, I got to the bridge just in time for it to start pouring. The storm came on so suddenly and unexpectedly, and I was just stuck here for about an hour. I don’t think you can tell by the pictures, but the whole time I was being lightly misted with raindrops and splashes from the river below. I had nothing better to do, so I just kept snapping away until the storm blew itself out.
It wasn’t really so bad; the views were lovely from where I stood, and under a gazebo nearby, two men were playing guitars and singing over the rain. Still, I was so disappointed that I didn’t get my sunrise pic–foiled again!
Maybe the blogging gods are trying to get me to take it easy, but I tell you what: it’s going to take more than a sore toe and a stormy sky to stop me.
Top: old, ModCloth
Skirt: old, ModCloth
Shoes: old, ModCloth
Bag: old, ModCloth
Watch: old, Olivia Burton