With Labor Day Weekend among us, I figured I would post my last summer look from Lebanon. The air is cooling down, the nights are getting nippy, and the dust is ready to be removed from my layering pieces. Fall, I'm ready for you.
The other day my cousin pointed out that whenever I take photos in Lebanon, I choose a destructed area, showing off the worst of the country. Well, it's these corners of Lebanon that I love. They have character and history that I refuse to forget, even as trash fills the area. (Seriously, the trash problem is real.)
When I was younger, I used to walk to my grandmother's house and take these stairs every day. I lost count of how many times I've fallen on them, and how many tears I shed. The room to the left used to be magical to me. It was my haven when we'd play hide-and-seek, and provided me with countless victories. Just above this area, my cousins are building new homes, where I know their children will play as we used to.