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a moon we saw just before leaving Cody, Wyoming on our way towards Yellowstone. it was magical.

aaaaand i want this puppy for christmas from Schoolhouse Electric Co.

est. 1986

why are vacations the only times we pause for these simple things?

let’s go back.

our people on their days

going through the photos from my sister’s bestfriend’s wedding has been a slow process. mostly due to vacations and little free time.. but partly due to the feelings that come with it. this shit is making me feel old. O.A.F.

remembering summers spent at their dad’s, living in the pool, and countless movie nights in their mother’s basement…. and now we’re getting married. so glad we found these good people so long ago.

plans

after months of hesitation — majorly rooted in the thought that most of my heart still beats in the northwest — i’ve officially committed to running the bed & breakfast here in Michigan next season..

with the big decision made, i’m starting to turn my focus to the act of curating..

(oh, and the act of budgeting for my salary→→→$$$)

firsts

we had a night of firsts. first trip to the pub, first beer, first venture down to the lake. i think we all slept soundly that night.

bluebirds

She put her music on and did her little mom dance, “I miss dancing in the kitchen with John..” I almost cried.

 

 

this evening

it was a tough day around here, so i was glad to be able to end it like this. in these moments i wonder if i’ll ever be able to live in a city again.

this evening

it was near 90 at sunset.

i nag them all the time about it. i need to stop slouching too.

lucy

meet lucy.

lucy is a great dane/mastiff mix… i think it’s safe to say that she weighs more than me.

 

the funny thing is, she’s the prized pet of the tallest family I know.. so she looks completely average.

 

that’s all.

it’s been too long

i didn’t take many photos on my portland trip with my real camera.. so instagram will suffice:

perhaps my favorite photo from my favorite day.

moments before the best meal.

my favorite camping trip, ever.

post-tattoo wine guzzling on the bluffs.

a great start to my second favorite day.

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since my return life has been far from sleepy, but these are a few of the quiet moments:

kombucha nightcapping while solo sunsetting

the other lake

burns park, party of one

i’ve found myself in a few too many diners lately..

and i’ve spent far too little time outside..

chelsea

we’re building up the reserves for a trip to Lake Michigan next month, we’ll be brewing our second batch this week in a few days. dad always taught us to be prepared.

willy wonka in the park last night

& yesterday’s rain

a break

if i can pull this off every three months, i’ll be in good shape.

see you soon, pacific.