The beautiful evening turned a short neighborhood walk into a four mile hike.
Memorial Day weekend was full of much-needed time reconnecting to nature with family and friends. I welcome the soreness from all the hiking and kayaking.
My grandmother passed away today. Always passionate about music, she left this world surrounded by family who were singing to comfort her. A lovingly beautiful end.
Seasons are still a thrilling novelty for me. Several months ago I was taking photos of ice covering this same tree that is now fullly blooming in the afternoon sun.
A friend asked me for YouTube channel recommendations and my entire list was people who build and create things. I’m far more interested in people who make shit than talk it.
This photo is a stand-in for an insightfully funny, but relatable, post about how my kid learning to drive is great but also filling me with a parental terror I thought I’d managed within myself but obviously haven’t.
The Sad Ballad of Captain Keeves
There once was a captain who had skin like the sea
And his beard was as white as his spirit was free
He came to meet creatures who hailed from the land
And convinced them to join him as a sea-fairing band.
He bartered a pearl for a ship with no name …
These old scrapbooks are inspiring. Now that I’ve finally found a way to keep a daily personal journal, I would love to stretch myself further with something similar.
