She was born on her 26th birthday, though some would say it was a rebirth. Born into a life she’s never experienced before now: a life of discovery, travel… the road.
Her soul belonged there, her eyes fixated on the nature surrounding her. The wind against her warm and freckled face. Some say she was crazy for always leaving home, tires beating the pavement, heart on fire. But this is what fed her spirit; sleeping under the stars, climbing mountains and jumping off boulders, bathing in the river. Life is beautiful on the road; quiet yet overpowering, majestic yet simple, humbling and bold. She traveled through plains and deserts, crossed canyons, and swam in rivers. She woke with the sun and rested in the moonlight. Life for her didn’t exist until she was on the road… until she saw the world. Keep going west, whispered the wind. And that’s just what she did.
These photos are from photographer Kate Rentz, the woman who inspired the words above. She has taught me that life happens beyond the walls of comfort and to pursue that small voice inside me to keep exploring.
+ Do you have a wild heart? Where are you hoping to roam this summer?
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