I'm going home for the weekend. What does that mean when you are an adult, when you have a home of your own? I have many homes. I have homes in Michigan, a home in Tennessee, a home in Scotland, a home in the woods, a home on the beach, an apartment home in Boston, a new home in Chicago, and homes I am still yet to find. I hope that this home, this blog, can connect my many homes together and allow me to be a little closer to the many homes I miss.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Girl's Weekend


sticky salty air
seaweed at my every turn
swimming on the Cape

knocking for ghosts.  Why....I have no idea!?!


obligatory cheesy photo when you are the only three on the tour.


rap, rap, rap
dark, cold squeeze to my shoulder?
Walking with the dead
 





1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You take such good pictures! I love the one with the barn and flowers. Good capture of the moments :)

xoxo courtney