Life in rural Alabama is a series of little rituals; Montevallo has its own brand of spirituality. In the fall, it's elegant and solemn and just a little eerie. Happy October, you guys. This is my friend Giselle. We mashed up some berries on her hands, disappeared into the woods, and ignored a couple very confused looks from a group of passerbys (who probably assumed we had just finished murdering something).
To the small family we saw in the woods yesterday, if you're reading this, nothing was harmed in the making of these photos unless you count the blackberries.