Ah, October. 

Month of apples and pumpkins, of shaking out the winter blankets and knitting new warm woolen socks for the upcoming months. The time of harvest feasts and crunchy walks, maple syrup and dark lipstick. Boots and scarves dug up from the back of the closet, leather driving gloves and old fishermen’s sweaters. Cinnamon doughnuts and bonfires, witchy novels and ghost stories. I wait all year for October. 

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Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my mother!


"Your hands, they move like waves over me
Beneath the moon, tonight, we’re the sea”

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Cameron Falls, Alberta.

Joanna Traeger Photography

God is greater than the highs and lows