I'm like, 13 years old all over again. coming home from camp with a hundred run-on sentences about everyone I saw, everyone I fell in love with, every little thing I did. and then, on the way home from teaching at squam, I spent two days in new york city with my brothers. words and pictures are just beneath the surface. just waiting for my head to stop with all the spinning.
in unrelated news, I'll totally be playing along with poppytalk's week of autumn color. because a week of color? yes please.
to sum up, this space should be a mess of activity over the next several days. it's feast or famine with me, people. feast or famine.