27 September 2017

summer twenty seventeen (one)

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.


  1. Lovely. I should do the same to dust the cobwebs off my blog (which are there for similar reasons)