far and few between

I spent the better part of last week soaking up the Midwestern summer in Indiana. I was faced with a long, sleepless night of travel, and greeted by the smiling face of a great uncle who I had never known. I stood on the grave of my great-great grandmother. I walked through the grass on the old family farm. It was both deeply meaningful and eerily psychedelic all at once. These are some thoughts without words since those are often the best kind.

























































After a flood of family history I found myself in Ohio to frequent both the local swimming and watering holes, and watch my little sister graduate, with honors, from college. This world moves fast sometimes.

honestly

a rather fine book as well