This year I had the privilegeof touring across the country two separate times withThe Mynabirds, documenting their tour life, style,andlive shows throughout the United States + Canada. NylonMagazine did a feature on the first tour I photographed, here is a small bit of adventures from the summer travels with a beautiful band.
(a full picture post from the summer tour will be up next week, and in the near future the most recent tour I did in Canada and the west coast with them!)
align on a hillside almost touching the sky. Two lovers as bright as
the moon shining head upward in a green wooded valley. They find a
secret grotto where the moss and maples laid, then held another closely
upon a tree-trunk throne. The branches of the kendall reflect over creek
beds and the rippling watercourses in thin streams. What are men to
rocks and mountains? They longed for a mountain. This mountain called
forevermore. They venture through themossy kingdom and come across a winded leafy trail. She spots a magic ring of
mushrooms and crows echoes bounce off the
caverns like a heartbeat. When she laughs the clouds hear it. The
sun finds her hair, illuminating it with golden rays of light. Hand in
hand, everything is right. An overlooking spot a jasmine vine climbed the timber cliff side.The blinding autumn trees go for miles until the blue distant hills. He stares over to her,mesmerized in a smiling trance. Two eyes were set,both hearts were young, and love had room to grow. They found their mountain.