in between my inexplicable (or, in some cases, absolutely explicable) summer melancholy, there were good times. really, really good times. this is part one of a three-parter, folks. a three-part love letter in favorite photographs, dedicated to all the times this summer I managed to sidestep an electric undercurrent of anxiety and find my way through to the good times.
friends, between the flooding of houston, the burning of our beloved columbia gorge last weekend and the possible decimation of southern florida this weekend, I'm at a loss.