this summer, I stood

 on the streets of san francisco's mission neighborhood

in stall after stall at the treasure island fleamarket

in jen and bob's sweet backyard, with the succulents and the nasturtiums and yesh, a few chickens

on rocks with ward at the edge of the water, san francisco off in the distance

in the bathroom of a stumptown coffee shop, downtown portland

with a few people I love at kruger's farm, sauvie island

on alix and greg's spectacular back patio, oakland, california

in booth after booth at the alameda fleamarket

with alix and jenny on the streets of san francisco's japantown

in the middle of an oregonian desert

at the edge of the swimming pool

in the shallows of short sands beach at the oregon coast

on the island of port townsend, washington (last adventure of the summer, very very last)

it's been a good summer, folks. I'm thankful for that. and I don't take one second for granted, not even one teeny tiny second.