“August was nearly over – the month of apples and falling stars, the last care-free month for the school children.
The days were not hot, but sunny and limpidly clear – the first sign of advancing autumn.”
―Victor Nekrasov
morning flicker
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100 days of summer :: day 87
A lot of Washington state is beautiful. You have just tons of mountains, beautiful bodies of water, you have a lot of rolling hills in eastern Washington.
I'm biased, obviously, but there's not a lot of places in the world that are like where I grew up.
-Joe Harris
Eastern Washington - 98 degrees outside
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100 days of summer :: day 86
The best thoughts most often come in the morning after waking,
while still in bed, or while walking.
- Leo Tolstoy
morning walk
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100 days of summer :: day 85
“Here is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete.
If you’re alive, it isn’t.”
― Lauren Bacall
real life
For the first time in 85 days I did not take a photo today, instead I played with Percy, worked in the garden, did some laundry, threw the ball for the dog and went out to dinner with some of my kids to meetup with some out of town friends. I also spent time post processing photos that were waiting for me in Lightroom where I found this beauty from our trip to Ross Lake earlier this month. I love images like this one. Images that speak to real life and take me right back to the moment, flooding my senses with memories.
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100 days of summer :: day 84
““the older we get, the more we understand that the women who know and love us -
and love us despite what they know about us - are the joists that hold up the house of our existence.”
― Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake
Courtney’s Dahlias
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100 days of summer :: day 83
In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semi-human.
The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog.
-Edward Hoagland
Baker
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100 days of summer :: day 82
“Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.”
― Mary Oliver, Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver
saved, after the storm
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