Often, out walking in nature, I feel as though my head and heart might explode at the impossible beauty of it all. Sometimes I find it hard to accept that all this gorgeous shit is real. Swallows dancing over the canal.....wind tousled willow trees....tra-la-la-la-laaaa....It's an Enid Blighton wet dream!
The ultimate money-shots of nature are flowers and crystals. Two earthly wonders so ridiculously and blatantly beautiful that it feels a bit cheesey writing about them. Like rainbows, they are things you take for granted and, every once in a while, truly see them with fresh eyes and wonder how you don't spend your every day building altars to their magnificence. Those moments remind you that it's pretty fucking good to be alive.