I’ve missed hearing your words, buddy. This piece of yours is like a cozy blanket, woven by hand vibrant in color yet softened with wear, shared with a friend who has just pulled up a camp chair to sit around glowing embers under a star studded sky and rest after a long and wearisome journey.
We’ve always been grateful for the ways you’ve pushed through the boundaries and what was lying dead or dormant. Always hoped you’d be back to Bozeman; fireweeds are in low supply around here.
Love the visuals, Chris! I'm a fireweed too! 🙌🏾🔥
One of the brightest fireweeds I've ever known! ❤️ 🙌🏼
“Who returns to the site of the fire to bloom?”
I’ve missed hearing your words, buddy. This piece of yours is like a cozy blanket, woven by hand vibrant in color yet softened with wear, shared with a friend who has just pulled up a camp chair to sit around glowing embers under a star studded sky and rest after a long and wearisome journey.
Thank you for sharing it!
Oh it is so much easier to be a dull and easily overlooked blossom, blooming just for me. I yearn to be a better fireweed.
Love this ❤️
So good. Cheers to the fireweeds and their patience and their blooming.
Cheers to one of which you are. 🙏🏼
We’ve always been grateful for the ways you’ve pushed through the boundaries and what was lying dead or dormant. Always hoped you’d be back to Bozeman; fireweeds are in low supply around here.