Have a Fun Day

I leave for Florence in exactly one week. My thoughts are exciting, enchanting, so close, and yet so far away. While I am more than ready to take on new adventures, new insights, and new perspectives, I'm still not letting a day go by without squeezing every last drop of my San Francisco Summer onto my tongue. Exploring is exhausting, and it can make you feel a little loopy at times (well, me at least). Today, a few wonderful friends and I spent our time exploring the sunny side of our city, and covered quite a lot of ground. We discovered the a street equivalent to the twists of Lombard, enjoyed Mr & Ms Miscellaneous ice cream ( I got Lavender!), visited a British grocery store, gwaked at gorgeous views from Bernal Heights and Russian Hill, sipped tea at the Atlas Cafe, people watched, and basked in the sun. I'll only be gone for four months, which leaves plenty of time to love ya later SF!

Portraits of Violette

A select few of my gorgeous sister's senior portraits.

Barn Dance on Highway 1

We danced with our clumsy feet,  twirled in the sea of strangers,  clapped as they became our comfort  and laughed as we soaked in the night. The smiles in the room were brighter than the twinkling lights strung over our heads. A pie ranch, a barn dance. People were packed from wall to wall, dancing and singing and filling every ounce of air with a positive energy,  infecting me like termites. I can't remember the last time I was in a room with so many genuinely happy people. They were drunk with glee, not an ounce of alcohol served.  The aged farmers with calloused hands, the young gents in button up shirts, the wee children in their cow boy boots and everyone in between. The all collided to the beat as the flutes and the fiddles and the banjos as they plucked their strings and blew their horns. It was raw,  raw happiness. And it shook every bone in my body. 

This time of day.

Because, sometimes you just have to take a hot bath and read in your bed naked.