in the mountain, in the cloud

by Rachel Lynch


Fell in love with the mountains many years ago. Baby's muse. Running around in a setting sun, better than my best dream. 

Four hours outside the city, just daydreaming as the trees speed by. I place all my preocupations and wishes into them. All my wild fantasies and melodies. These will just be places to me now. 

Three cameras, and endless rolls of portra 400. A shitty motel stuck in time, a summer eve that never ends. The sun doesn't set in the mountains. Two bottles of the most delicious red, mostly consumed by me. Lots of water and feeling. Lots of reflections and waves. 

I am absolutely free. I can see it in the way you've capture me. You saw that freedom and let me run. Little wild one. 

We were old, but now we're kids. 

photos by Sean Zhao