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?