hi, my name is lauren. i live in sydney.
here is a portion, a collection of my life.
some of it has to do with travel. a lot of it has to do with photos. a bit of family, a bit of friends. a whole bunch of nonsense, really.
drop me a line sometime, i would love to hear from you: laurenfarmer (dot) blog (at) gmail (dot) com
here is a portion, a collection of my life.
some of it has to do with travel. a lot of it has to do with photos. a bit of family, a bit of friends. a whole bunch of nonsense, really.
drop me a line sometime, i would love to hear from you: laurenfarmer (dot) blog (at) gmail (dot) com
lauren farmer
We stumbled through a lonely, forbidden parking lot to some rustic train tracks, leading into a bridge that we had hoped to check out.
But we paused. I’ve heard too many horror stories about kids with the best of intentions losing a limb or way worse so when Mel asked “how do you feel about these tracks?” I quickly responded “I wouldn’t do it, but you can.” Her response? “Nah, me either.”
“But…I’ll happily climb that tower.”
Turned out to be quite wobbly up there.
(photo by melissa)
