So walk these hills lightly, and watch who you're lovin' By mother the mountain I swear that it's true
With the changing seasons, I've been listening to quite a lot of Townes Van Zandt. I've never considered myself a fan of country music, but Zandt's prophetic songs sing of love lost, dive bars, cheap motel rooms, and backwoods cabins. His 1969 album "Our Mother the Mountain" is by far my favorite. The eerie vocals of its title track are chalk full of emotion, something that is often lost in contemporary music.
These photographs were taken 20 miles outside of Yosemite National Park. As the summer slowly give way to Fall's brisk weather, I have been venturing outside of San Francisco for weekend trips. My wardrobe has consequently been transitioning to Autumn appropriate attire, incorporating some of my most beloved pieces into my closet once again. The Edwardian blouse is one of my oldest vintage items, so delicate that I am afraid it may tear with prolonged use. The booties- a staple in my wardrobe last Fall- have unfortunately been worn to death, with the back heels in desperate need of repair. And the needlepoint purse is a 1960s German market bag, perfect to hold a warm sweater and scarf for the coming months.