One summer evening, my husband and I got in our old truck and drove down a remote dirt road. We drove and drove and drove and didn't see a soul. I always wonder where the telephone poles go--no one seems to live out here. We explored the backroads for almost four hours and didn't see a single person. We saw abandoned farm equipment and an old truck but no people. As the sun was setting I jumped out of the truck and took this photo of the country road. I thought it was just a nice country…

The Summers I turned 25 🎶🌅🌞 Cooking with my family ( this fish was the best dish I’ve ever made) ✨ High heat, mess up sleep schedule, early morning & late night long walk, a lot of beach time, obsessed with my self on FaceTime & a ton of cocktails 🍸

Check out the oldest saloon in Montana, a place that celebrates its seedy beginnings.

An evening swim at Wampler's Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan.

#312 early morning sunshine gracing a meadow.

Our Five Favorite Pins of the Week // The Golden Hour

#aesthetic #nice #summer #evening