Christmases of Yore

My grandfather in the Visalia flood on Christmas of 55'

Thanks for taking care of me Grandpa.

Sunbathing

Car Rides

My Mom Is Awesome

A note she wrote to the tooth fairy around age 10:

New Toys

A few days ago I awoke to find that Dinah, our bouncing, playful kitten had once again discovered a new toy around the house. This toy, however was not a small bottle cap, paperclip, or pom pom as she usually prefers. No, this time it was a plump, green tomato hornworm that she'd carried in from the yard and was now batting around the bathroom floor. I have a bit of a soft spot for tomato hornworms and fondly remember collecting them from my grandmothers garden in old Cool Whip containers to keep as pets. I took pity on the worm, who to my surprise, was completely unharmed, and quickly returned it to our dwindling tomato plants. Dinah was quite displeased and has since moved on to eating little brown moths.

Golden

Claire's kitchen window, filled with plants and golden light.

Saturday Morning

Foraging

During our Montana extravaganza we went huckleberry picking in the forests of Flathead. Though the berries are dwindling at this point in the season and we accidentally started picking what we later discovered to be a huckleberry look-a-like filled with cyanide we managed to collect enough tiny huckleberries to make a berry sauce for some sweet berry crepes. We will now commence the drooling portion of this blog post.

Friends, Dearly Missed

Zack and I just returned from a joyous trip to Montana to visit our very dear friends Claire and Jared. We experienced a lot of long hours in the car venturing across hills and plains, lakes and toxic pits. Here we are posing atop a grassy rest stop hot spot, the Newcotts and Hanlons, in what I believe may be the first photo of us all together. Well, except for our weddings. I take full responsibility for the art direction of these photos. *hangs head in shame*

Holly Doggy

Or so we call her. We recently realized that with all the animals in my parents house there are just enough for each to be named after one of snow white's seven dwarfs (yes, we're those kind of people). And, surprisingly enough, nearly all their personalities are defined by one of each names. Holly is most definitely Bashful. She is very wary of strange noises and/or any object which is pointed in her direction and, as such, she rarely ever lets me take her picture. This time she was distracted by a passerby outside my window. Doesn't she look like a painting?

Hello Darkness

Coffee Time

Good coffee is good.

Summer Garden

We Are 24

And we're starting to figure out what we want in life. At least a little bit. One of those things that we want is a yard, most brilliantly displayed by the glowing green garden kept by my parents.

Summer Is Here

Me and Mag in the backyard

Shhhh... We got another one

And her name is Dinah. She's definitely the cutest thing we've ever gotten for free.

An inspiring thrift store find

Photo series of one very fluffy cat, captured December 1960. Awesome!

Dickey

Floral Cats