queen elizabeth

there are going to be a lot of photos in this post.

i've never met someone who is so good at smiling as she is. the best part is how real her happiness is.

blessed to call her my cousin.

truth and water.

it was a good summer.

o canada

this is the land that he would show me, the water he called me out upon.

A camp in Canada was my home for a month this summer. Through days of lengthy light, thick bush, clear water and impossible circumstances, I learned a lot. I don't want to forget a thing: not the knack of opening certain doors around camp, the smell of a burning mosquito coil, the sandy dock, or the bonfire that smoldered all summer. I don't want anything to fade, even though some of it already feels like a dream, now, a week after returning south.

No matter what I do or where I go, the lake will be there, and it will be beautiful.

And no matter what, the God who led me to the North is with me yet.

this long summer

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 
And Eternity in an hour.

- William Blake

I am thankful for family and friends, sunrises and sunsets, sleep and coffee, the back yard and the front step,  and the odd can of spray paint.