Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall Color in Spain:
Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 
My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 
Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!
Kendall

Color in Spain:

Before I went to Spain the first time, I had this cliche image of the country in my head. You know, dry open land with cacti, red-tiled roofs, olive trees and tall yellow grasses. The first time I went to Spain I packed maybe a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, thinking it would be devilishly hot every day. When I arrived, I learned that the deserts do exist, as do olive trees, red-tiled roofs, and the tall yellow grasses. However, not in northern Spain. No, in northern Spain it doesn’t get above 65 in summer and it rains every other day. I had to buy 2 pairs of pants and a few long sleeved shirts. It’s also green, green, green as well, grass. It’s lush and mountainous and beautiful. The dry land of central Spain is beautiful, too. It’s just not what I’m used to and I don’t think it’s as beautiful as the green, green, green-ness of Asturias and the other northern provinces. With that being said, even though the central landscape that I got a few glimpses of is a bit drab, there is still color to be seen everywhere. Walking down the streets, it’s painted on centuries old buildings, textiles sold by street vendors, murals. Color is a way of life in Spain, and because the history is so much older than that of the United States, color has been a way of life for some time. 

My actual trip to Spain may have been difficult, but simply seeing another country, what it looks like, exploring new landscapes, all of this is worth enduring any other struggle I may face. It’s why I love travel. I’m a painter. A photographer. An artist. I need to be surrounded by beauty in order to be inspired. This is why about 85% of where I pick a college will be based on outward appearances. How beautiful it is. How much effort was put into the aesthetics.The history and the stories surrounding the buildings. Some might think my head is in the wrong place, and that picking a college should solely be centered around its academics, but in order for me to be successful I need to stay inspired, and thus be surrounded by beauty. 

Maybe I’ll go study in Spain! It sure is beautiful enough!

Kendall

The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue. The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.
I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.
Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.
Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue.

The realization of gardening and current thoughts on blogging:

Today I helped my grandfather in the garden again. I’m quickly learning that gardening is in no way as glamorous as it once seemed. It’s hard, sweaty, dirty, muscle-aching work- and I only work for half as long as my grandfather on a given day. Oh, and I’m about 65 years younger than he is.

I brought my camera out today. I’m glad I did- this space is so beautiful. And anyways, I’ve gotten to the point in my photography obsession career that I bring my camera almost everywhere I go.

Towards the end of the day when we were harvesting, Mac and Chloe appeared in the garden with Olive on a leash (because she wouldn’t have followed them anyways or anything). They came out to bring me water (omg gush- so sweet) and also to see the fawn carcass. Yes, fawn carcass. Yesterday, the cutest, sweetest, little newborn deer was just standing in the garden. It didn’t run away when I got close to it and buzzards were already swarming around it; it was dying. Sure enough, it laid down in front of me and within half an hour it had passed. And if that’s not traumatic enough, my dog, Olive hovered around it until it died, not sure if it was alive (it had not yet developed a scent because it was so new). She would bark a little, or growl at it, and then run away. When it passed, she went back and started gnawing on it. Then she really went to town and destroyed the poor thing within minutes. What a tiny demon/ powerhouse. Well, that’s nature I suppose.

Anyways, so I of course told Mac and Chloe about it last night and they came by the garden today to see it, naturally. Also, Mac let me take pictures of him again! I finished up, showered, and we headed out. First to get bread for toast and chocolate for… well, eating. Then I returned August: OsageCounty to the RedBox and got Endless Love. I’m not sure if I’ll watch it tonight- it’s kinda late already. I’m rather nervous that I won’t like it and it will be a cheesy love movie. I shouldn’t judge it like that, but the name… Endless Love. I mean how much cheesier can a title get?! Anyways, so then we went to GameStop where, with my 18 years of awesome I had to buy Mac a video game aged 18 and up. I even had to show ID. Shit’s real. Then we headed home, I made veggie pasta (recipe soon!) and yea, that’s about it.

I’m writing so much more now in my humble little blog. I’ve updated the layout. I’ve really fallen in love with this little space of mine. I realize that it’s because I have boundless time on my hands to write, think, dream, but I really hope I can keep up a semi habit of posting. Even if it’s just a sentence or some pictures. Even I don’t continue past the summer, past tomorrow even, I’ll have these days to cherish in writing and pictures. It’s not that everything I write is so important. It’s not that I need to remember every detail I write in these posts. But someday, when I’m much older, the little, seemingly insignificant interactions with Mac and Chloe that I record here will move me more than I can fathom right now. Like anything, everything gets sweeter with age; perspective is a true virtue.

More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall More from raspberry picking// last night
 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.
We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures. 
At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win. 
I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 
Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.
Have a wonderful (hump)day!
Kendall

More from raspberry picking// last night

 Monday I asked Chloe if she wanted to go outside and take photos. Usually she grumbles at least a little- she needs convincing (or bribing), but Monday she said “ok!” right off the bat. Win.

We picked out an outfit for her to wear. At first I picked a green and blue flowery, loose fitting top. I took a few photos of her in it and realized that it wasn’t right. Then I had her put on the little-bit-too-small white-with-blue-trim dress from Sweden that my great aunt gave to me when I was 8 (and little, cute, sweet 2-year-old Chloe got a matching one!). It fit me then. Chloe’s almost 12… But that’s another matter. Anyways, so this dress totally suits Chloe and her blonde-ness; she looks very Scandinavian which I adore. Because Scandinavia’s awesome. And they have the cutest kids. Think Carl Larsson, My Life as a Dog-you get the point. Ok looong story short: she put on some clothes. Then we went outside and took pictures.

At first I just thought we’d take some in the yard- in front of trees, flowers, with the dogs. I never know in my head the shots I’m going to take until I start shooting- I like to be inspired by the moment, letting the scenes play out naturally. Then, all the sudden I remembered the scores and scores of raspberry bushes lining the woods behind our property. Bingo. So I grabbed a bowl, gave it to Chloe and let her go to town. Her payment was not having to share the raspberries. And in this house, that’s a big deal. We like our raspberries. My payment (and I suppose Chloe’s, too) were these beautiful photos. I’m in love.

Last night was  a lazy summer night. I was reading Madame Bovary in the library on my favorite sofa and I heard them watching How I Met your Mother. I also realized that I hadn’t yet taken my daily photo. So I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera. Taking photos of my brother takes serious planning. I have to have the camera on and not let it or myself be seen until that exact moment. So I snuck around through the library and stood next to the living room doorway and quick- took-a-photo! But the flash was on. Fail. Luckily tonight Mac let me take photos of him without a fight. Win.

I stayed for a while, taking photos, cuddling Olive, getting pillows thrown on me, watching HIMYM. It was after 11 and Mac kept asking if I could make him a second dinner. Fucking teenage boys. No I said- “make your own damn dinner.” Kid needs to learn. 

Then I went upstairs, finished August: Osage County (which was very good by the way- so dramatic!), edited the photos, and went to bed.

Have a wonderful (hump)day!

Kendall

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Songs that should be longer: Circles by Passenger

We listen to Music to make us feel something. We listen and allow it to take us to other places. We allow the melodious Notes to pierce through our tender Hearts and they swell not from injury but rather from the Sensuality of the Sound. Whether conscious or not, we Dance and allow the Beat to move us- our bodies are powerless against this Force.

Music is the difference between Life and Death.

I’m in love with Liberty! I dream of a white or grey room with pops of bright Liberty fabric all around. Plush duvets and throw pillows and beautiful airy pieces of clothing. I just love Liberty’s signature concentrated saturation of color in rich, eye catching combinations. Here are a few of my favorite Liberty pieces:
1. Sailor Rose tunic
2. Peacock cushion cover  
3. Queue for the Zoo girl’s skirt 
4. Liberty popover in Ricardo Blooms
5. Cotton bowtie in Liberty Floral
6. Baby tunic in Liberty Tresco floral
7. Baseball cap in Liberty Nina Taylor Floral
8. Grey cashmere blend collared sweater  I’m in love with Liberty! I dream of a white or grey room with pops of bright Liberty fabric all around. Plush duvets and throw pillows and beautiful airy pieces of clothing. I just love Liberty’s signature concentrated saturation of color in rich, eye catching combinations. Here are a few of my favorite Liberty pieces:
1. Sailor Rose tunic
2. Peacock cushion cover  
3. Queue for the Zoo girl’s skirt 
4. Liberty popover in Ricardo Blooms
5. Cotton bowtie in Liberty Floral
6. Baby tunic in Liberty Tresco floral
7. Baseball cap in Liberty Nina Taylor Floral
8. Grey cashmere blend collared sweater  I’m in love with Liberty! I dream of a white or grey room with pops of bright Liberty fabric all around. Plush duvets and throw pillows and beautiful airy pieces of clothing. I just love Liberty’s signature concentrated saturation of color in rich, eye catching combinations. Here are a few of my favorite Liberty pieces:
1. Sailor Rose tunic
2. Peacock cushion cover  
3. Queue for the Zoo girl’s skirt 
4. Liberty popover in Ricardo Blooms
5. Cotton bowtie in Liberty Floral
6. Baby tunic in Liberty Tresco floral
7. Baseball cap in Liberty Nina Taylor Floral
8. Grey cashmere blend collared sweater  I’m in love with Liberty! I dream of a white or grey room with pops of bright Liberty fabric all around. Plush duvets and throw pillows and beautiful airy pieces of clothing. I just love Liberty’s signature concentrated saturation of color in rich, eye catching combinations. Here are a few of my favorite Liberty pieces:
1. Sailor Rose tunic
2. Peacock cushion cover  
3. Queue for the Zoo girl’s skirt 
4. Liberty popover in Ricardo Blooms
5. Cotton bowtie in Liberty Floral
6. Baby tunic in Liberty Tresco floral
7. Baseball cap in Liberty Nina Taylor Floral
8. Grey cashmere blend collared sweater  I’m in love with Liberty! I dream of a white or grey room with pops of bright Liberty fabric all around. Plush duvets and throw pillows and beautiful airy pieces of clothing. I just love Liberty’s signature concentrated saturation of color in rich, eye catching combinations. Here are a few of my favorite Liberty pieces:
1. Sailor Rose tunic
2. Peacock cushion cover  
3. Queue for the Zoo girl’s skirt 
4. Liberty popover in Ricardo Blooms
5. Cotton bowtie in Liberty Floral
6. Baby tunic in Liberty Tresco floral
7. Baseball cap in Liberty Nina Taylor Floral
8. Grey cashmere blend collared sweater  I’m in love with Liberty! I dream of a white or grey room with pops of bright Liberty fabric all around. Plush duvets and throw pillows and beautiful airy pieces of clothing. I just love Liberty’s signature concentrated saturation of color in rich, eye catching combinations. Here are a few of my favorite Liberty pieces:
1. Sailor Rose tunic
2. Peacock cushion cover  
3. Queue for the Zoo girl’s skirt 
4. Liberty popover in Ricardo Blooms
5. Cotton bowtie in Liberty Floral
6. Baby tunic in Liberty Tresco floral
7. Baseball cap in Liberty Nina Taylor Floral
8. Grey cashmere blend collared sweater  I’m in love with Liberty! I dream of a white or grey room with pops of bright Liberty fabric all around. Plush duvets and throw pillows and beautiful airy pieces of clothing. I just love Liberty’s signature concentrated saturation of color in rich, eye catching combinations. Here are a few of my favorite Liberty pieces:
1. Sailor Rose tunic
2. Peacock cushion cover  
3. Queue for the Zoo girl’s skirt 
4. Liberty popover in Ricardo Blooms
5. Cotton bowtie in Liberty Floral
6. Baby tunic in Liberty Tresco floral
7. Baseball cap in Liberty Nina Taylor Floral
8. Grey cashmere blend collared sweater  I’m in love with Liberty! I dream of a white or grey room with pops of bright Liberty fabric all around. Plush duvets and throw pillows and beautiful airy pieces of clothing. I just love Liberty’s signature concentrated saturation of color in rich, eye catching combinations. Here are a few of my favorite Liberty pieces:
1. Sailor Rose tunic
2. Peacock cushion cover  
3. Queue for the Zoo girl’s skirt 
4. Liberty popover in Ricardo Blooms
5. Cotton bowtie in Liberty Floral
6. Baby tunic in Liberty Tresco floral
7. Baseball cap in Liberty Nina Taylor Floral
8. Grey cashmere blend collared sweater  I’m in love with Liberty! I dream of a white or grey room with pops of bright Liberty fabric all around. Plush duvets and throw pillows and beautiful airy pieces of clothing. I just love Liberty’s signature concentrated saturation of color in rich, eye catching combinations. Here are a few of my favorite Liberty pieces:
1. Sailor Rose tunic
2. Peacock cushion cover  
3. Queue for the Zoo girl’s skirt 
4. Liberty popover in Ricardo Blooms
5. Cotton bowtie in Liberty Floral
6. Baby tunic in Liberty Tresco floral
7. Baseball cap in Liberty Nina Taylor Floral
8. Grey cashmere blend collared sweater 

I’m in love with Liberty! I dream of a white or grey room with pops of bright Liberty fabric all around. Plush duvets and throw pillows and beautiful airy pieces of clothing. I just love Liberty’s signature concentrated saturation of color in rich, eye catching combinations. Here are a few of my favorite Liberty pieces:

1. Sailor Rose tunic

2. Peacock cushion cover  

3. Queue for the Zoo girl’s skirt 

4. Liberty popover in Ricardo Blooms

5. Cotton bowtie in Liberty Floral

6. Baby tunic in Liberty Tresco floral

7. Baseball cap in Liberty Nina Taylor Floral

8. Grey cashmere blend collared sweater 

Chloe had to come home early from camp yesterday- poor thing got a fever and had to spend the night in the infirmary. I told her today on the approach of her twelfth birthday that I don’t think she acts like a twelve year old; that she acts more mature than thirteen year olds I know. It’s true- she’s so easy to talk to, calm, elegant, beautiful. She has started her journey through puberty this past year and it’s such an amazing thing to watch. On her chest are two small but present beginnings of breasts and every time I look her I get little glimpses of a woman dominating her presence in this small child’s body. I’m not even sure if she owns a bra but there’s just something decidedly mature about her. It’s still going to be a little while before she asks me for tampons; if she’s anything like my mom and I she’ll start a month or two after she turns thirteen. I wish we were close enough to talk about things like that. I mean she’s probably too shy or feels awkward. Maybe I could initiate it… I wish I had someone to talk with about things like that when I was her age- it’s scary! I remember being so paranoid every time I would go to the bathroom and checking my underpants for even the faintest spot of blood. Getting it for the first time I was home and wearing khaki bermuda shorts and a green shirt of some kind… Or was it pink? Anyways, I was so freaked out and started crying and shaking. When I calmed down I went down to tell my mom and she said what probably every mom says, “you’re a woman now!” and it was so awkward that I wanted to throw up out of embarrassment. 
The other photos are of Artscape. I didn’t know what it even was until today when my friend Sarah asked if I wanted to go with her. It was cool- lots of little booths set up with artwork from earrings to metal sculptures to printed t-shirts. There were food trucks and street performers and bands playing music to fill the extra space. We stopped at a random, random cafe that served everything from pancakes to gyros to sushi. I even saw fresh mangos in an open refrigerated case. When I got back home I was so exhausted because I hadn’t seen anyone in days so all that socializing wore me out and I slept for an hour. When I awoke it was time to go to my grandparents house where they were hosting cousins from Connecticut for a light supper. I said hello, ate a little something and came back home and watched Blue Jasmine. I can’t tell if I liked it. I mean it was a cool and I like when stories don’t move in a completely linear fashion- when they have lots of flashbacks to fill in the gaps of missing information. Still, maybe I’m overlooking the movie but there wasn’t any growth in the main character; nothing really happened. It did keep me interested until the end though, and that’s definitely not something I can say about every film or tv show I’ve ever watched. Not by a long stretch.
Tomorrow I’m back to doing nothing, which is kind of a let down after today. I forget how much I enjoy the company of good friends. On the way back on the lightrail, my friend said to me, “we’re like those couples who are so comfortable with each other that they can sit in complete silence and be perfectly content”; and it’s true- we can. After a month without seeing good friends today was so refreshing. 
Well, that’s about it for today. Have a good rest of your weekend!
Kendall Chloe had to come home early from camp yesterday- poor thing got a fever and had to spend the night in the infirmary. I told her today on the approach of her twelfth birthday that I don’t think she acts like a twelve year old; that she acts more mature than thirteen year olds I know. It’s true- she’s so easy to talk to, calm, elegant, beautiful. She has started her journey through puberty this past year and it’s such an amazing thing to watch. On her chest are two small but present beginnings of breasts and every time I look her I get little glimpses of a woman dominating her presence in this small child’s body. I’m not even sure if she owns a bra but there’s just something decidedly mature about her. It’s still going to be a little while before she asks me for tampons; if she’s anything like my mom and I she’ll start a month or two after she turns thirteen. I wish we were close enough to talk about things like that. I mean she’s probably too shy or feels awkward. Maybe I could initiate it… I wish I had someone to talk with about things like that when I was her age- it’s scary! I remember being so paranoid every time I would go to the bathroom and checking my underpants for even the faintest spot of blood. Getting it for the first time I was home and wearing khaki bermuda shorts and a green shirt of some kind… Or was it pink? Anyways, I was so freaked out and started crying and shaking. When I calmed down I went down to tell my mom and she said what probably every mom says, “you’re a woman now!” and it was so awkward that I wanted to throw up out of embarrassment. 
The other photos are of Artscape. I didn’t know what it even was until today when my friend Sarah asked if I wanted to go with her. It was cool- lots of little booths set up with artwork from earrings to metal sculptures to printed t-shirts. There were food trucks and street performers and bands playing music to fill the extra space. We stopped at a random, random cafe that served everything from pancakes to gyros to sushi. I even saw fresh mangos in an open refrigerated case. When I got back home I was so exhausted because I hadn’t seen anyone in days so all that socializing wore me out and I slept for an hour. When I awoke it was time to go to my grandparents house where they were hosting cousins from Connecticut for a light supper. I said hello, ate a little something and came back home and watched Blue Jasmine. I can’t tell if I liked it. I mean it was a cool and I like when stories don’t move in a completely linear fashion- when they have lots of flashbacks to fill in the gaps of missing information. Still, maybe I’m overlooking the movie but there wasn’t any growth in the main character; nothing really happened. It did keep me interested until the end though, and that’s definitely not something I can say about every film or tv show I’ve ever watched. Not by a long stretch.
Tomorrow I’m back to doing nothing, which is kind of a let down after today. I forget how much I enjoy the company of good friends. On the way back on the lightrail, my friend said to me, “we’re like those couples who are so comfortable with each other that they can sit in complete silence and be perfectly content”; and it’s true- we can. After a month without seeing good friends today was so refreshing. 
Well, that’s about it for today. Have a good rest of your weekend!
Kendall Chloe had to come home early from camp yesterday- poor thing got a fever and had to spend the night in the infirmary. I told her today on the approach of her twelfth birthday that I don’t think she acts like a twelve year old; that she acts more mature than thirteen year olds I know. It’s true- she’s so easy to talk to, calm, elegant, beautiful. She has started her journey through puberty this past year and it’s such an amazing thing to watch. On her chest are two small but present beginnings of breasts and every time I look her I get little glimpses of a woman dominating her presence in this small child’s body. I’m not even sure if she owns a bra but there’s just something decidedly mature about her. It’s still going to be a little while before she asks me for tampons; if she’s anything like my mom and I she’ll start a month or two after she turns thirteen. I wish we were close enough to talk about things like that. I mean she’s probably too shy or feels awkward. Maybe I could initiate it… I wish I had someone to talk with about things like that when I was her age- it’s scary! I remember being so paranoid every time I would go to the bathroom and checking my underpants for even the faintest spot of blood. Getting it for the first time I was home and wearing khaki bermuda shorts and a green shirt of some kind… Or was it pink? Anyways, I was so freaked out and started crying and shaking. When I calmed down I went down to tell my mom and she said what probably every mom says, “you’re a woman now!” and it was so awkward that I wanted to throw up out of embarrassment. 
The other photos are of Artscape. I didn’t know what it even was until today when my friend Sarah asked if I wanted to go with her. It was cool- lots of little booths set up with artwork from earrings to metal sculptures to printed t-shirts. There were food trucks and street performers and bands playing music to fill the extra space. We stopped at a random, random cafe that served everything from pancakes to gyros to sushi. I even saw fresh mangos in an open refrigerated case. When I got back home I was so exhausted because I hadn’t seen anyone in days so all that socializing wore me out and I slept for an hour. When I awoke it was time to go to my grandparents house where they were hosting cousins from Connecticut for a light supper. I said hello, ate a little something and came back home and watched Blue Jasmine. I can’t tell if I liked it. I mean it was a cool and I like when stories don’t move in a completely linear fashion- when they have lots of flashbacks to fill in the gaps of missing information. Still, maybe I’m overlooking the movie but there wasn’t any growth in the main character; nothing really happened. It did keep me interested until the end though, and that’s definitely not something I can say about every film or tv show I’ve ever watched. Not by a long stretch.
Tomorrow I’m back to doing nothing, which is kind of a let down after today. I forget how much I enjoy the company of good friends. On the way back on the lightrail, my friend said to me, “we’re like those couples who are so comfortable with each other that they can sit in complete silence and be perfectly content”; and it’s true- we can. After a month without seeing good friends today was so refreshing. 
Well, that’s about it for today. Have a good rest of your weekend!
Kendall Chloe had to come home early from camp yesterday- poor thing got a fever and had to spend the night in the infirmary. I told her today on the approach of her twelfth birthday that I don’t think she acts like a twelve year old; that she acts more mature than thirteen year olds I know. It’s true- she’s so easy to talk to, calm, elegant, beautiful. She has started her journey through puberty this past year and it’s such an amazing thing to watch. On her chest are two small but present beginnings of breasts and every time I look her I get little glimpses of a woman dominating her presence in this small child’s body. I’m not even sure if she owns a bra but there’s just something decidedly mature about her. It’s still going to be a little while before she asks me for tampons; if she’s anything like my mom and I she’ll start a month or two after she turns thirteen. I wish we were close enough to talk about things like that. I mean she’s probably too shy or feels awkward. Maybe I could initiate it… I wish I had someone to talk with about things like that when I was her age- it’s scary! I remember being so paranoid every time I would go to the bathroom and checking my underpants for even the faintest spot of blood. Getting it for the first time I was home and wearing khaki bermuda shorts and a green shirt of some kind… Or was it pink? Anyways, I was so freaked out and started crying and shaking. When I calmed down I went down to tell my mom and she said what probably every mom says, “you’re a woman now!” and it was so awkward that I wanted to throw up out of embarrassment. 
The other photos are of Artscape. I didn’t know what it even was until today when my friend Sarah asked if I wanted to go with her. It was cool- lots of little booths set up with artwork from earrings to metal sculptures to printed t-shirts. There were food trucks and street performers and bands playing music to fill the extra space. We stopped at a random, random cafe that served everything from pancakes to gyros to sushi. I even saw fresh mangos in an open refrigerated case. When I got back home I was so exhausted because I hadn’t seen anyone in days so all that socializing wore me out and I slept for an hour. When I awoke it was time to go to my grandparents house where they were hosting cousins from Connecticut for a light supper. I said hello, ate a little something and came back home and watched Blue Jasmine. I can’t tell if I liked it. I mean it was a cool and I like when stories don’t move in a completely linear fashion- when they have lots of flashbacks to fill in the gaps of missing information. Still, maybe I’m overlooking the movie but there wasn’t any growth in the main character; nothing really happened. It did keep me interested until the end though, and that’s definitely not something I can say about every film or tv show I’ve ever watched. Not by a long stretch.
Tomorrow I’m back to doing nothing, which is kind of a let down after today. I forget how much I enjoy the company of good friends. On the way back on the lightrail, my friend said to me, “we’re like those couples who are so comfortable with each other that they can sit in complete silence and be perfectly content”; and it’s true- we can. After a month without seeing good friends today was so refreshing. 
Well, that’s about it for today. Have a good rest of your weekend!
Kendall Chloe had to come home early from camp yesterday- poor thing got a fever and had to spend the night in the infirmary. I told her today on the approach of her twelfth birthday that I don’t think she acts like a twelve year old; that she acts more mature than thirteen year olds I know. It’s true- she’s so easy to talk to, calm, elegant, beautiful. She has started her journey through puberty this past year and it’s such an amazing thing to watch. On her chest are two small but present beginnings of breasts and every time I look her I get little glimpses of a woman dominating her presence in this small child’s body. I’m not even sure if she owns a bra but there’s just something decidedly mature about her. It’s still going to be a little while before she asks me for tampons; if she’s anything like my mom and I she’ll start a month or two after she turns thirteen. I wish we were close enough to talk about things like that. I mean she’s probably too shy or feels awkward. Maybe I could initiate it… I wish I had someone to talk with about things like that when I was her age- it’s scary! I remember being so paranoid every time I would go to the bathroom and checking my underpants for even the faintest spot of blood. Getting it for the first time I was home and wearing khaki bermuda shorts and a green shirt of some kind… Or was it pink? Anyways, I was so freaked out and started crying and shaking. When I calmed down I went down to tell my mom and she said what probably every mom says, “you’re a woman now!” and it was so awkward that I wanted to throw up out of embarrassment. 
The other photos are of Artscape. I didn’t know what it even was until today when my friend Sarah asked if I wanted to go with her. It was cool- lots of little booths set up with artwork from earrings to metal sculptures to printed t-shirts. There were food trucks and street performers and bands playing music to fill the extra space. We stopped at a random, random cafe that served everything from pancakes to gyros to sushi. I even saw fresh mangos in an open refrigerated case. When I got back home I was so exhausted because I hadn’t seen anyone in days so all that socializing wore me out and I slept for an hour. When I awoke it was time to go to my grandparents house where they were hosting cousins from Connecticut for a light supper. I said hello, ate a little something and came back home and watched Blue Jasmine. I can’t tell if I liked it. I mean it was a cool and I like when stories don’t move in a completely linear fashion- when they have lots of flashbacks to fill in the gaps of missing information. Still, maybe I’m overlooking the movie but there wasn’t any growth in the main character; nothing really happened. It did keep me interested until the end though, and that’s definitely not something I can say about every film or tv show I’ve ever watched. Not by a long stretch.
Tomorrow I’m back to doing nothing, which is kind of a let down after today. I forget how much I enjoy the company of good friends. On the way back on the lightrail, my friend said to me, “we’re like those couples who are so comfortable with each other that they can sit in complete silence and be perfectly content”; and it’s true- we can. After a month without seeing good friends today was so refreshing. 
Well, that’s about it for today. Have a good rest of your weekend!
Kendall Chloe had to come home early from camp yesterday- poor thing got a fever and had to spend the night in the infirmary. I told her today on the approach of her twelfth birthday that I don’t think she acts like a twelve year old; that she acts more mature than thirteen year olds I know. It’s true- she’s so easy to talk to, calm, elegant, beautiful. She has started her journey through puberty this past year and it’s such an amazing thing to watch. On her chest are two small but present beginnings of breasts and every time I look her I get little glimpses of a woman dominating her presence in this small child’s body. I’m not even sure if she owns a bra but there’s just something decidedly mature about her. It’s still going to be a little while before she asks me for tampons; if she’s anything like my mom and I she’ll start a month or two after she turns thirteen. I wish we were close enough to talk about things like that. I mean she’s probably too shy or feels awkward. Maybe I could initiate it… I wish I had someone to talk with about things like that when I was her age- it’s scary! I remember being so paranoid every time I would go to the bathroom and checking my underpants for even the faintest spot of blood. Getting it for the first time I was home and wearing khaki bermuda shorts and a green shirt of some kind… Or was it pink? Anyways, I was so freaked out and started crying and shaking. When I calmed down I went down to tell my mom and she said what probably every mom says, “you’re a woman now!” and it was so awkward that I wanted to throw up out of embarrassment. 
The other photos are of Artscape. I didn’t know what it even was until today when my friend Sarah asked if I wanted to go with her. It was cool- lots of little booths set up with artwork from earrings to metal sculptures to printed t-shirts. There were food trucks and street performers and bands playing music to fill the extra space. We stopped at a random, random cafe that served everything from pancakes to gyros to sushi. I even saw fresh mangos in an open refrigerated case. When I got back home I was so exhausted because I hadn’t seen anyone in days so all that socializing wore me out and I slept for an hour. When I awoke it was time to go to my grandparents house where they were hosting cousins from Connecticut for a light supper. I said hello, ate a little something and came back home and watched Blue Jasmine. I can’t tell if I liked it. I mean it was a cool and I like when stories don’t move in a completely linear fashion- when they have lots of flashbacks to fill in the gaps of missing information. Still, maybe I’m overlooking the movie but there wasn’t any growth in the main character; nothing really happened. It did keep me interested until the end though, and that’s definitely not something I can say about every film or tv show I’ve ever watched. Not by a long stretch.
Tomorrow I’m back to doing nothing, which is kind of a let down after today. I forget how much I enjoy the company of good friends. On the way back on the lightrail, my friend said to me, “we’re like those couples who are so comfortable with each other that they can sit in complete silence and be perfectly content”; and it’s true- we can. After a month without seeing good friends today was so refreshing. 
Well, that’s about it for today. Have a good rest of your weekend!
Kendall

Chloe had to come home early from camp yesterday- poor thing got a fever and had to spend the night in the infirmary. I told her today on the approach of her twelfth birthday that I don’t think she acts like a twelve year old; that she acts more mature than thirteen year olds I know. It’s true- she’s so easy to talk to, calm, elegant, beautiful. She has started her journey through puberty this past year and it’s such an amazing thing to watch. On her chest are two small but present beginnings of breasts and every time I look her I get little glimpses of a woman dominating her presence in this small child’s body. I’m not even sure if she owns a bra but there’s just something decidedly mature about her. It’s still going to be a little while before she asks me for tampons; if she’s anything like my mom and I she’ll start a month or two after she turns thirteen. I wish we were close enough to talk about things like that. I mean she’s probably too shy or feels awkward. Maybe I could initiate it… I wish I had someone to talk with about things like that when I was her age- it’s scary! I remember being so paranoid every time I would go to the bathroom and checking my underpants for even the faintest spot of blood. Getting it for the first time I was home and wearing khaki bermuda shorts and a green shirt of some kind… Or was it pink? Anyways, I was so freaked out and started crying and shaking. When I calmed down I went down to tell my mom and she said what probably every mom says, “you’re a woman now!” and it was so awkward that I wanted to throw up out of embarrassment. 

The other photos are of Artscape. I didn’t know what it even was until today when my friend Sarah asked if I wanted to go with her. It was cool- lots of little booths set up with artwork from earrings to metal sculptures to printed t-shirts. There were food trucks and street performers and bands playing music to fill the extra space. We stopped at a random, random cafe that served everything from pancakes to gyros to sushi. I even saw fresh mangos in an open refrigerated case. When I got back home I was so exhausted because I hadn’t seen anyone in days so all that socializing wore me out and I slept for an hour. When I awoke it was time to go to my grandparents house where they were hosting cousins from Connecticut for a light supper. I said hello, ate a little something and came back home and watched Blue Jasmine. I can’t tell if I liked it. I mean it was a cool and I like when stories don’t move in a completely linear fashion- when they have lots of flashbacks to fill in the gaps of missing information. Still, maybe I’m overlooking the movie but there wasn’t any growth in the main character; nothing really happened. It did keep me interested until the end though, and that’s definitely not something I can say about every film or tv show I’ve ever watched. Not by a long stretch.

Tomorrow I’m back to doing nothing, which is kind of a let down after today. I forget how much I enjoy the company of good friends. On the way back on the lightrail, my friend said to me, “we’re like those couples who are so comfortable with each other that they can sit in complete silence and be perfectly content”; and it’s true- we can. After a month without seeing good friends today was so refreshing. 

Well, that’s about it for today. Have a good rest of your weekend!

Kendall

Hello there, it’s me- the “Self Portrait Connoisseur”, the “Selfie Master”, or for short, the Narcissist. Maybe it’s just me, or maybe it’s the natural self obsession that goes along with being a teenager (yep, definitely the latter) but I have hundreds of these photos sitting in my computer, my iPhone, SD cards. I have a problem. These were just my most recent ones that I took last night. But like I said, I want to have lots of photos of myself at every age so I can look back and remember, show my kids, grandkids. 
With all this being said, and before you judge me, go look through your own files.  Hello there, it’s me- the “Self Portrait Connoisseur”, the “Selfie Master”, or for short, the Narcissist. Maybe it’s just me, or maybe it’s the natural self obsession that goes along with being a teenager (yep, definitely the latter) but I have hundreds of these photos sitting in my computer, my iPhone, SD cards. I have a problem. These were just my most recent ones that I took last night. But like I said, I want to have lots of photos of myself at every age so I can look back and remember, show my kids, grandkids. 
With all this being said, and before you judge me, go look through your own files.  Hello there, it’s me- the “Self Portrait Connoisseur”, the “Selfie Master”, or for short, the Narcissist. Maybe it’s just me, or maybe it’s the natural self obsession that goes along with being a teenager (yep, definitely the latter) but I have hundreds of these photos sitting in my computer, my iPhone, SD cards. I have a problem. These were just my most recent ones that I took last night. But like I said, I want to have lots of photos of myself at every age so I can look back and remember, show my kids, grandkids. 
With all this being said, and before you judge me, go look through your own files.  Hello there, it’s me- the “Self Portrait Connoisseur”, the “Selfie Master”, or for short, the Narcissist. Maybe it’s just me, or maybe it’s the natural self obsession that goes along with being a teenager (yep, definitely the latter) but I have hundreds of these photos sitting in my computer, my iPhone, SD cards. I have a problem. These were just my most recent ones that I took last night. But like I said, I want to have lots of photos of myself at every age so I can look back and remember, show my kids, grandkids. 
With all this being said, and before you judge me, go look through your own files.  Hello there, it’s me- the “Self Portrait Connoisseur”, the “Selfie Master”, or for short, the Narcissist. Maybe it’s just me, or maybe it’s the natural self obsession that goes along with being a teenager (yep, definitely the latter) but I have hundreds of these photos sitting in my computer, my iPhone, SD cards. I have a problem. These were just my most recent ones that I took last night. But like I said, I want to have lots of photos of myself at every age so I can look back and remember, show my kids, grandkids. 
With all this being said, and before you judge me, go look through your own files. 

Hello there, it’s me- the “Self Portrait Connoisseur”, the “Selfie Master”, or for short, the Narcissist. Maybe it’s just me, or maybe it’s the natural self obsession that goes along with being a teenager (yep, definitely the latter) but I have hundreds of these photos sitting in my computer, my iPhone, SD cards. I have a problem. These were just my most recent ones that I took last night. But like I said, I want to have lots of photos of myself at every age so I can look back and remember, show my kids, grandkids. 

With all this being said, and before you judge me, go look through your own files. 

(Pictured above, photos from my hike in the woods yesterday and a few from my backyard.)
Last night my mom told me that I “need to volunteer somewhere, get a job, get a hobby; just get out of the house.” I know she’s right, but still- it hurt. I just got home…Well sort of- a week ago exactly. The trip to Spain was just so hectic, stressful, overwhelming, traumatic,that I told myself before I even landed in Phili that I would give myself plenty of time to ‘recover’. Yes, this is over-dramafying but still- I needed and still need a break. From people. From things to do and places to be. Besides, all my friends are away. I think… I haven’t talked to them in a few days. I know at least one good friend is- she’s traveling all summer. Another was at a wedding but may be home by now? I know I have at least two friends who are home. Maybe I’ll set something up today. Maybe. That’s the other thing- I’m so lazy!! So lazy! I keep telling myself since I’ve returned that I’ll write a thank-you note to my Spanish family. And as the days go by my Spanish becomes weaker and weaker than it already was. I forget the things they did for me; what they meant to me. Before long, a thank you note will become irrelevant. I need to get on that shit. I need to read my (six!) summer reading books- err, finish Madame Bovary, skim Pride and Prejudice (I read it last summer and have watched the 2005 movie with Keira Knightley 293829382 times so I basically know the story like the Spongebob theme song), read two plays out of Four Plays, write a paper, write analysis paragraphs, not read (or Sparknotes) Fahrenheit 451- the all school read (bullshit), read A Room of My Own and Four Guineas, and finally, Passing. Damn- this shit’s real. So. Many. Pages. Left. Oh, and my Common App essay. 
It’s hard to be productive when you know you have a limited number of free days before the craziness that is senior year starts. I need to convalesce and soak up these quiet hours with nothing to do by vegging on my bed, the couch, in front of my computer, watching tv, hiking in the woods, playing with my dogs, taking pictures, editing pictures, writing, reading, drawing, painting, cooking, eating, starting at walls (yes, this has a certain appeal- at least over staring at a whiteboard in math class), and mostly just dreaming. I daydream more than I “night-dream”. Daydreaming is the bond which holds our scattered brains together; it’s what keeps us alive and gives us hope for the future. This daydreaming about the future is the inspiration I need to go back to school each September.
Well with all this said, I should go… Read, that is.
Kendall (Pictured above, photos from my hike in the woods yesterday and a few from my backyard.)
Last night my mom told me that I “need to volunteer somewhere, get a job, get a hobby; just get out of the house.” I know she’s right, but still- it hurt. I just got home…Well sort of- a week ago exactly. The trip to Spain was just so hectic, stressful, overwhelming, traumatic,that I told myself before I even landed in Phili that I would give myself plenty of time to ‘recover’. Yes, this is over-dramafying but still- I needed and still need a break. From people. From things to do and places to be. Besides, all my friends are away. I think… I haven’t talked to them in a few days. I know at least one good friend is- she’s traveling all summer. Another was at a wedding but may be home by now? I know I have at least two friends who are home. Maybe I’ll set something up today. Maybe. That’s the other thing- I’m so lazy!! So lazy! I keep telling myself since I’ve returned that I’ll write a thank-you note to my Spanish family. And as the days go by my Spanish becomes weaker and weaker than it already was. I forget the things they did for me; what they meant to me. Before long, a thank you note will become irrelevant. I need to get on that shit. I need to read my (six!) summer reading books- err, finish Madame Bovary, skim Pride and Prejudice (I read it last summer and have watched the 2005 movie with Keira Knightley 293829382 times so I basically know the story like the Spongebob theme song), read two plays out of Four Plays, write a paper, write analysis paragraphs, not read (or Sparknotes) Fahrenheit 451- the all school read (bullshit), read A Room of My Own and Four Guineas, and finally, Passing. Damn- this shit’s real. So. Many. Pages. Left. Oh, and my Common App essay. 
It’s hard to be productive when you know you have a limited number of free days before the craziness that is senior year starts. I need to convalesce and soak up these quiet hours with nothing to do by vegging on my bed, the couch, in front of my computer, watching tv, hiking in the woods, playing with my dogs, taking pictures, editing pictures, writing, reading, drawing, painting, cooking, eating, starting at walls (yes, this has a certain appeal- at least over staring at a whiteboard in math class), and mostly just dreaming. I daydream more than I “night-dream”. Daydreaming is the bond which holds our scattered brains together; it’s what keeps us alive and gives us hope for the future. This daydreaming about the future is the inspiration I need to go back to school each September.
Well with all this said, I should go… Read, that is.
Kendall (Pictured above, photos from my hike in the woods yesterday and a few from my backyard.)
Last night my mom told me that I “need to volunteer somewhere, get a job, get a hobby; just get out of the house.” I know she’s right, but still- it hurt. I just got home…Well sort of- a week ago exactly. The trip to Spain was just so hectic, stressful, overwhelming, traumatic,that I told myself before I even landed in Phili that I would give myself plenty of time to ‘recover’. Yes, this is over-dramafying but still- I needed and still need a break. From people. From things to do and places to be. Besides, all my friends are away. I think… I haven’t talked to them in a few days. I know at least one good friend is- she’s traveling all summer. Another was at a wedding but may be home by now? I know I have at least two friends who are home. Maybe I’ll set something up today. Maybe. That’s the other thing- I’m so lazy!! So lazy! I keep telling myself since I’ve returned that I’ll write a thank-you note to my Spanish family. And as the days go by my Spanish becomes weaker and weaker than it already was. I forget the things they did for me; what they meant to me. Before long, a thank you note will become irrelevant. I need to get on that shit. I need to read my (six!) summer reading books- err, finish Madame Bovary, skim Pride and Prejudice (I read it last summer and have watched the 2005 movie with Keira Knightley 293829382 times so I basically know the story like the Spongebob theme song), read two plays out of Four Plays, write a paper, write analysis paragraphs, not read (or Sparknotes) Fahrenheit 451- the all school read (bullshit), read A Room of My Own and Four Guineas, and finally, Passing. Damn- this shit’s real. So. Many. Pages. Left. Oh, and my Common App essay. 
It’s hard to be productive when you know you have a limited number of free days before the craziness that is senior year starts. I need to convalesce and soak up these quiet hours with nothing to do by vegging on my bed, the couch, in front of my computer, watching tv, hiking in the woods, playing with my dogs, taking pictures, editing pictures, writing, reading, drawing, painting, cooking, eating, starting at walls (yes, this has a certain appeal- at least over staring at a whiteboard in math class), and mostly just dreaming. I daydream more than I “night-dream”. Daydreaming is the bond which holds our scattered brains together; it’s what keeps us alive and gives us hope for the future. This daydreaming about the future is the inspiration I need to go back to school each September.
Well with all this said, I should go… Read, that is.
Kendall (Pictured above, photos from my hike in the woods yesterday and a few from my backyard.)
Last night my mom told me that I “need to volunteer somewhere, get a job, get a hobby; just get out of the house.” I know she’s right, but still- it hurt. I just got home…Well sort of- a week ago exactly. The trip to Spain was just so hectic, stressful, overwhelming, traumatic,that I told myself before I even landed in Phili that I would give myself plenty of time to ‘recover’. Yes, this is over-dramafying but still- I needed and still need a break. From people. From things to do and places to be. Besides, all my friends are away. I think… I haven’t talked to them in a few days. I know at least one good friend is- she’s traveling all summer. Another was at a wedding but may be home by now? I know I have at least two friends who are home. Maybe I’ll set something up today. Maybe. That’s the other thing- I’m so lazy!! So lazy! I keep telling myself since I’ve returned that I’ll write a thank-you note to my Spanish family. And as the days go by my Spanish becomes weaker and weaker than it already was. I forget the things they did for me; what they meant to me. Before long, a thank you note will become irrelevant. I need to get on that shit. I need to read my (six!) summer reading books- err, finish Madame Bovary, skim Pride and Prejudice (I read it last summer and have watched the 2005 movie with Keira Knightley 293829382 times so I basically know the story like the Spongebob theme song), read two plays out of Four Plays, write a paper, write analysis paragraphs, not read (or Sparknotes) Fahrenheit 451- the all school read (bullshit), read A Room of My Own and Four Guineas, and finally, Passing. Damn- this shit’s real. So. Many. Pages. Left. Oh, and my Common App essay. 
It’s hard to be productive when you know you have a limited number of free days before the craziness that is senior year starts. I need to convalesce and soak up these quiet hours with nothing to do by vegging on my bed, the couch, in front of my computer, watching tv, hiking in the woods, playing with my dogs, taking pictures, editing pictures, writing, reading, drawing, painting, cooking, eating, starting at walls (yes, this has a certain appeal- at least over staring at a whiteboard in math class), and mostly just dreaming. I daydream more than I “night-dream”. Daydreaming is the bond which holds our scattered brains together; it’s what keeps us alive and gives us hope for the future. This daydreaming about the future is the inspiration I need to go back to school each September.
Well with all this said, I should go… Read, that is.
Kendall (Pictured above, photos from my hike in the woods yesterday and a few from my backyard.)
Last night my mom told me that I “need to volunteer somewhere, get a job, get a hobby; just get out of the house.” I know she’s right, but still- it hurt. I just got home…Well sort of- a week ago exactly. The trip to Spain was just so hectic, stressful, overwhelming, traumatic,that I told myself before I even landed in Phili that I would give myself plenty of time to ‘recover’. Yes, this is over-dramafying but still- I needed and still need a break. From people. From things to do and places to be. Besides, all my friends are away. I think… I haven’t talked to them in a few days. I know at least one good friend is- she’s traveling all summer. Another was at a wedding but may be home by now? I know I have at least two friends who are home. Maybe I’ll set something up today. Maybe. That’s the other thing- I’m so lazy!! So lazy! I keep telling myself since I’ve returned that I’ll write a thank-you note to my Spanish family. And as the days go by my Spanish becomes weaker and weaker than it already was. I forget the things they did for me; what they meant to me. Before long, a thank you note will become irrelevant. I need to get on that shit. I need to read my (six!) summer reading books- err, finish Madame Bovary, skim Pride and Prejudice (I read it last summer and have watched the 2005 movie with Keira Knightley 293829382 times so I basically know the story like the Spongebob theme song), read two plays out of Four Plays, write a paper, write analysis paragraphs, not read (or Sparknotes) Fahrenheit 451- the all school read (bullshit), read A Room of My Own and Four Guineas, and finally, Passing. Damn- this shit’s real. So. Many. Pages. Left. Oh, and my Common App essay. 
It’s hard to be productive when you know you have a limited number of free days before the craziness that is senior year starts. I need to convalesce and soak up these quiet hours with nothing to do by vegging on my bed, the couch, in front of my computer, watching tv, hiking in the woods, playing with my dogs, taking pictures, editing pictures, writing, reading, drawing, painting, cooking, eating, starting at walls (yes, this has a certain appeal- at least over staring at a whiteboard in math class), and mostly just dreaming. I daydream more than I “night-dream”. Daydreaming is the bond which holds our scattered brains together; it’s what keeps us alive and gives us hope for the future. This daydreaming about the future is the inspiration I need to go back to school each September.
Well with all this said, I should go… Read, that is.
Kendall (Pictured above, photos from my hike in the woods yesterday and a few from my backyard.)
Last night my mom told me that I “need to volunteer somewhere, get a job, get a hobby; just get out of the house.” I know she’s right, but still- it hurt. I just got home…Well sort of- a week ago exactly. The trip to Spain was just so hectic, stressful, overwhelming, traumatic,that I told myself before I even landed in Phili that I would give myself plenty of time to ‘recover’. Yes, this is over-dramafying but still- I needed and still need a break. From people. From things to do and places to be. Besides, all my friends are away. I think… I haven’t talked to them in a few days. I know at least one good friend is- she’s traveling all summer. Another was at a wedding but may be home by now? I know I have at least two friends who are home. Maybe I’ll set something up today. Maybe. That’s the other thing- I’m so lazy!! So lazy! I keep telling myself since I’ve returned that I’ll write a thank-you note to my Spanish family. And as the days go by my Spanish becomes weaker and weaker than it already was. I forget the things they did for me; what they meant to me. Before long, a thank you note will become irrelevant. I need to get on that shit. I need to read my (six!) summer reading books- err, finish Madame Bovary, skim Pride and Prejudice (I read it last summer and have watched the 2005 movie with Keira Knightley 293829382 times so I basically know the story like the Spongebob theme song), read two plays out of Four Plays, write a paper, write analysis paragraphs, not read (or Sparknotes) Fahrenheit 451- the all school read (bullshit), read A Room of My Own and Four Guineas, and finally, Passing. Damn- this shit’s real. So. Many. Pages. Left. Oh, and my Common App essay. 
It’s hard to be productive when you know you have a limited number of free days before the craziness that is senior year starts. I need to convalesce and soak up these quiet hours with nothing to do by vegging on my bed, the couch, in front of my computer, watching tv, hiking in the woods, playing with my dogs, taking pictures, editing pictures, writing, reading, drawing, painting, cooking, eating, starting at walls (yes, this has a certain appeal- at least over staring at a whiteboard in math class), and mostly just dreaming. I daydream more than I “night-dream”. Daydreaming is the bond which holds our scattered brains together; it’s what keeps us alive and gives us hope for the future. This daydreaming about the future is the inspiration I need to go back to school each September.
Well with all this said, I should go… Read, that is.
Kendall (Pictured above, photos from my hike in the woods yesterday and a few from my backyard.)
Last night my mom told me that I “need to volunteer somewhere, get a job, get a hobby; just get out of the house.” I know she’s right, but still- it hurt. I just got home…Well sort of- a week ago exactly. The trip to Spain was just so hectic, stressful, overwhelming, traumatic,that I told myself before I even landed in Phili that I would give myself plenty of time to ‘recover’. Yes, this is over-dramafying but still- I needed and still need a break. From people. From things to do and places to be. Besides, all my friends are away. I think… I haven’t talked to them in a few days. I know at least one good friend is- she’s traveling all summer. Another was at a wedding but may be home by now? I know I have at least two friends who are home. Maybe I’ll set something up today. Maybe. That’s the other thing- I’m so lazy!! So lazy! I keep telling myself since I’ve returned that I’ll write a thank-you note to my Spanish family. And as the days go by my Spanish becomes weaker and weaker than it already was. I forget the things they did for me; what they meant to me. Before long, a thank you note will become irrelevant. I need to get on that shit. I need to read my (six!) summer reading books- err, finish Madame Bovary, skim Pride and Prejudice (I read it last summer and have watched the 2005 movie with Keira Knightley 293829382 times so I basically know the story like the Spongebob theme song), read two plays out of Four Plays, write a paper, write analysis paragraphs, not read (or Sparknotes) Fahrenheit 451- the all school read (bullshit), read A Room of My Own and Four Guineas, and finally, Passing. Damn- this shit’s real. So. Many. Pages. Left. Oh, and my Common App essay. 
It’s hard to be productive when you know you have a limited number of free days before the craziness that is senior year starts. I need to convalesce and soak up these quiet hours with nothing to do by vegging on my bed, the couch, in front of my computer, watching tv, hiking in the woods, playing with my dogs, taking pictures, editing pictures, writing, reading, drawing, painting, cooking, eating, starting at walls (yes, this has a certain appeal- at least over staring at a whiteboard in math class), and mostly just dreaming. I daydream more than I “night-dream”. Daydreaming is the bond which holds our scattered brains together; it’s what keeps us alive and gives us hope for the future. This daydreaming about the future is the inspiration I need to go back to school each September.
Well with all this said, I should go… Read, that is.
Kendall (Pictured above, photos from my hike in the woods yesterday and a few from my backyard.)
Last night my mom told me that I “need to volunteer somewhere, get a job, get a hobby; just get out of the house.” I know she’s right, but still- it hurt. I just got home…Well sort of- a week ago exactly. The trip to Spain was just so hectic, stressful, overwhelming, traumatic,that I told myself before I even landed in Phili that I would give myself plenty of time to ‘recover’. Yes, this is over-dramafying but still- I needed and still need a break. From people. From things to do and places to be. Besides, all my friends are away. I think… I haven’t talked to them in a few days. I know at least one good friend is- she’s traveling all summer. Another was at a wedding but may be home by now? I know I have at least two friends who are home. Maybe I’ll set something up today. Maybe. That’s the other thing- I’m so lazy!! So lazy! I keep telling myself since I’ve returned that I’ll write a thank-you note to my Spanish family. And as the days go by my Spanish becomes weaker and weaker than it already was. I forget the things they did for me; what they meant to me. Before long, a thank you note will become irrelevant. I need to get on that shit. I need to read my (six!) summer reading books- err, finish Madame Bovary, skim Pride and Prejudice (I read it last summer and have watched the 2005 movie with Keira Knightley 293829382 times so I basically know the story like the Spongebob theme song), read two plays out of Four Plays, write a paper, write analysis paragraphs, not read (or Sparknotes) Fahrenheit 451- the all school read (bullshit), read A Room of My Own and Four Guineas, and finally, Passing. Damn- this shit’s real. So. Many. Pages. Left. Oh, and my Common App essay. 
It’s hard to be productive when you know you have a limited number of free days before the craziness that is senior year starts. I need to convalesce and soak up these quiet hours with nothing to do by vegging on my bed, the couch, in front of my computer, watching tv, hiking in the woods, playing with my dogs, taking pictures, editing pictures, writing, reading, drawing, painting, cooking, eating, starting at walls (yes, this has a certain appeal- at least over staring at a whiteboard in math class), and mostly just dreaming. I daydream more than I “night-dream”. Daydreaming is the bond which holds our scattered brains together; it’s what keeps us alive and gives us hope for the future. This daydreaming about the future is the inspiration I need to go back to school each September.
Well with all this said, I should go… Read, that is.
Kendall

(Pictured above, photos from my hike in the woods yesterday and a few from my backyard.)

Last night my mom told me that I “need to volunteer somewhere, get a job, get a hobby; just get out of the house.” I know she’s right, but still- it hurt. I just got home…Well sort of- a week ago exactly. The trip to Spain was just so hectic, stressful, overwhelming, traumatic,that I told myself before I even landed in Phili that I would give myself plenty of time to ‘recover’. Yes, this is over-dramafying but still- I needed and still need a break. From people. From things to do and places to be. Besides, all my friends are away. I think… I haven’t talked to them in a few days. I know at least one good friend is- she’s traveling all summer. Another was at a wedding but may be home by now? I know I have at least two friends who are home. Maybe I’ll set something up today. Maybe. That’s the other thing- I’m so lazy!! So lazy! I keep telling myself since I’ve returned that I’ll write a thank-you note to my Spanish family. And as the days go by my Spanish becomes weaker and weaker than it already was. I forget the things they did for me; what they meant to me. Before long, a thank you note will become irrelevant. I need to get on that shit. I need to read my (six!) summer reading books- err, finish Madame Bovary, skim Pride and Prejudice (I read it last summer and have watched the 2005 movie with Keira Knightley 293829382 times so I basically know the story like the Spongebob theme song), read two plays out of Four Plays, write a paper, write analysis paragraphs, not read (or Sparknotes) Fahrenheit 451- the all school read (bullshit), read A Room of My Own and Four Guineas, and finally, Passing. Damn- this shit’s real. So. Many. Pages. Left. Oh, and my Common App essay. 

It’s hard to be productive when you know you have a limited number of free days before the craziness that is senior year starts. I need to convalesce and soak up these quiet hours with nothing to do by vegging on my bed, the couch, in front of my computer, watching tv, hiking in the woods, playing with my dogs, taking pictures, editing pictures, writing, reading, drawing, painting, cooking, eating, starting at walls (yes, this has a certain appeal- at least over staring at a whiteboard in math class), and mostly just dreaming. I daydream more than I “night-dream”. Daydreaming is the bond which holds our scattered brains together; it’s what keeps us alive and gives us hope for the future. This daydreaming about the future is the inspiration I need to go back to school each September.

Well with all this said, I should go… Read, that is.

Kendall

Today was a slow, restful day. After a breakfast of coffee and toast and butter and jam, I flittered around the house, taking photos of the glorious green light that poured in through the windows, reflecting the emerald grass. I catnapped on just about every plush surface. I discovered the scores of wild raspberry bushes around our property and spent two hours picking just under a pint; now I know why they are so costly at the store. In the afternoon thunder rumbled from miles away and the rain streamed down in abundance and the whole house turned an eerie shade of white. I went up to my room and read one of my (6!) summer reading books, Madame Bovary, savoring every detail and carefully painting each scene in my mind. Now I am blogging (obviously) and listening to music and am about to watch reruns of Downton Abbey before I make dinner.
I am so glad to be home.
Country life is so good. 
A little boring… But so, so good.  Today was a slow, restful day. After a breakfast of coffee and toast and butter and jam, I flittered around the house, taking photos of the glorious green light that poured in through the windows, reflecting the emerald grass. I catnapped on just about every plush surface. I discovered the scores of wild raspberry bushes around our property and spent two hours picking just under a pint; now I know why they are so costly at the store. In the afternoon thunder rumbled from miles away and the rain streamed down in abundance and the whole house turned an eerie shade of white. I went up to my room and read one of my (6!) summer reading books, Madame Bovary, savoring every detail and carefully painting each scene in my mind. Now I am blogging (obviously) and listening to music and am about to watch reruns of Downton Abbey before I make dinner.
I am so glad to be home.
Country life is so good. 
A little boring… But so, so good.  Today was a slow, restful day. After a breakfast of coffee and toast and butter and jam, I flittered around the house, taking photos of the glorious green light that poured in through the windows, reflecting the emerald grass. I catnapped on just about every plush surface. I discovered the scores of wild raspberry bushes around our property and spent two hours picking just under a pint; now I know why they are so costly at the store. In the afternoon thunder rumbled from miles away and the rain streamed down in abundance and the whole house turned an eerie shade of white. I went up to my room and read one of my (6!) summer reading books, Madame Bovary, savoring every detail and carefully painting each scene in my mind. Now I am blogging (obviously) and listening to music and am about to watch reruns of Downton Abbey before I make dinner.
I am so glad to be home.
Country life is so good. 
A little boring… But so, so good.  Today was a slow, restful day. After a breakfast of coffee and toast and butter and jam, I flittered around the house, taking photos of the glorious green light that poured in through the windows, reflecting the emerald grass. I catnapped on just about every plush surface. I discovered the scores of wild raspberry bushes around our property and spent two hours picking just under a pint; now I know why they are so costly at the store. In the afternoon thunder rumbled from miles away and the rain streamed down in abundance and the whole house turned an eerie shade of white. I went up to my room and read one of my (6!) summer reading books, Madame Bovary, savoring every detail and carefully painting each scene in my mind. Now I am blogging (obviously) and listening to music and am about to watch reruns of Downton Abbey before I make dinner.
I am so glad to be home.
Country life is so good. 
A little boring… But so, so good.  Today was a slow, restful day. After a breakfast of coffee and toast and butter and jam, I flittered around the house, taking photos of the glorious green light that poured in through the windows, reflecting the emerald grass. I catnapped on just about every plush surface. I discovered the scores of wild raspberry bushes around our property and spent two hours picking just under a pint; now I know why they are so costly at the store. In the afternoon thunder rumbled from miles away and the rain streamed down in abundance and the whole house turned an eerie shade of white. I went up to my room and read one of my (6!) summer reading books, Madame Bovary, savoring every detail and carefully painting each scene in my mind. Now I am blogging (obviously) and listening to music and am about to watch reruns of Downton Abbey before I make dinner.
I am so glad to be home.
Country life is so good. 
A little boring… But so, so good.  Today was a slow, restful day. After a breakfast of coffee and toast and butter and jam, I flittered around the house, taking photos of the glorious green light that poured in through the windows, reflecting the emerald grass. I catnapped on just about every plush surface. I discovered the scores of wild raspberry bushes around our property and spent two hours picking just under a pint; now I know why they are so costly at the store. In the afternoon thunder rumbled from miles away and the rain streamed down in abundance and the whole house turned an eerie shade of white. I went up to my room and read one of my (6!) summer reading books, Madame Bovary, savoring every detail and carefully painting each scene in my mind. Now I am blogging (obviously) and listening to music and am about to watch reruns of Downton Abbey before I make dinner.
I am so glad to be home.
Country life is so good. 
A little boring… But so, so good.  Today was a slow, restful day. After a breakfast of coffee and toast and butter and jam, I flittered around the house, taking photos of the glorious green light that poured in through the windows, reflecting the emerald grass. I catnapped on just about every plush surface. I discovered the scores of wild raspberry bushes around our property and spent two hours picking just under a pint; now I know why they are so costly at the store. In the afternoon thunder rumbled from miles away and the rain streamed down in abundance and the whole house turned an eerie shade of white. I went up to my room and read one of my (6!) summer reading books, Madame Bovary, savoring every detail and carefully painting each scene in my mind. Now I am blogging (obviously) and listening to music and am about to watch reruns of Downton Abbey before I make dinner.
I am so glad to be home.
Country life is so good. 
A little boring… But so, so good. 

Today was a slow, restful day. After a breakfast of coffee and toast and butter and jam, I flittered around the house, taking photos of the glorious green light that poured in through the windows, reflecting the emerald grass. I catnapped on just about every plush surface. I discovered the scores of wild raspberry bushes around our property and spent two hours picking just under a pint; now I know why they are so costly at the store. In the afternoon thunder rumbled from miles away and the rain streamed down in abundance and the whole house turned an eerie shade of white. I went up to my room and read one of my (6!) summer reading books, Madame Bovary, savoring every detail and carefully painting each scene in my mind. Now I am blogging (obviously) and listening to music and am about to watch reruns of Downton Abbey before I make dinner.

I am so glad to be home.

Country life is so good. 

A little boring… But so, so good.