Visual Storytelling

Cabin Fever

This ain’t your typical cabin fever. This is the kind you never want to end. We got a little mud on the tires, and everywhere else. Found swimming holes. Got wet. Whiskey on hand. Ate Georgia peaches. And let the river take us further into the wild. The days here are warm and everything melts slowly into the night, which melts into the morning.

Measuring time by the color of the sky.

Into the morning

Sweet temptations.

Live it.