why are vacations the only times we pause for these simple things?
let’s go back.
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..
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
all photos via Instagram
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.. conveniently it’s Saturday and the Ann Arbor Farmers’ Market was hoppin’.. we stopped by after breakfast with J at the hospital and nearly bought two of everything from Frog Holler Organic Farm — isn’t that name pretty perfect? they boast a drool-worthy internship.. perhaps in another life..
i realize instagram photos are cop-outs (you don’t need to yell at me CRL).. but this week has been straight-up insane. and it’s only Thursday.. today is pretty packed – school and volunteering (cooking at a church, jesus christ).. and Saturday we’re hosting & catering a wedding, which I’m photographing.. after which I will race to downtown Detroit to meet my pops and sister for our FIRST TIGERS GAME..
life just chugs along, whether i like it or not. i’m glad i’ve decided to start participating, but i still feel the same about being “home”.
perhaps a vacation is in order.. May is just around the corner.
It’s finally feeling like spring, I just watched a dense fog creep across the lake towards us.. it’s chilly and sprinkling. A whole french press was needed to convince me to head out to the farmers market this morning.
7:30a One dog wakes me, the other could sleep with me until noon.
i’ve had the luxury of enjoying some lazy mornings at the cabin lately. with this awesome weather (mid-70s?!) I often park it on the deck in the sun (i’m working on the most amazing farmer’s tan..). this morning is a bit overcast but it’s plenty warm enough to have all the windows and doors open. neighbors are burning leaves and cutting grass, it smells like spring. pontoon boats are already chuggin’ around the lake at 10am… proof that Michiganders know how to take advantage of decent weather. i feel very lucky in this moment.
now i must go try to convince my step-brother to take himself and his broken rib to the hospital… we’ve surely had enough of that place, but i think most of you would agree that motorcycle crashes aren’t something to ignore. boys will be boys, even when they’re 40…