Thursday, September 4, 2014
What I Wore: At the Turning of the Seasons
What I Wore: Sweater (Similar Here), Pants (White House | Black Market), Shoes (Old Navy), Scarf (Target; Similar Here), Necklace (Popbasic)
I mentioned we spent a day bumming around Billings (our "Big City") this past weekend, but on Sunday, we took the opposite route and headed to the mountains. Mother Nature was actually a bit , well, confused let's say- we got sun, we got rain, we got snow, we got sun and rain together- a little of it all.
The rain was a bit of a bummer, but the moments after rain almost make up for it. Standing at the top of the world seeing the clouds descend- both above and below you- shrouding rugged peaks leaves you striped down, in state of numinous awareness. I always feel badly for showing you photos of mountains because they are so small- nothing quite captures the enormity of a mountain, nor the surreal feeling one gets looking at mountains; there is always painterly quality to the mountains, but it is no painting. It is real. And then there is nothing quite like the smell of the mountains after rain. It's called petrichor for those looking for a vocabulary lesson- the scent of the air after rain.
I know fall gives way to winter, but the rain makes me want to dress to match the weather, and so you get the subdued black and grey with little int he way of frills but a lot in terms of impact. Do you like the rain?
P.S. My perfect day in the mountains