The Downing Tote

Not nearly as big or unwieldy as my Granny’s purse, but she’d slow clap for me and tell me I’m moving in the right direction. And then she’d see how hard she could hit one of her kids over the head with this thing.

Photobombed by a palm tree

Greetings from the Inland Empire where oddly I got very in touch with my Southern roots.

Because of Kelly

In honor of the man who broke the baseball color line.

On becoming the coolest person my daughter ever knew for ten whole minutes

Peter Frampton was for Marlo. This… this was for Leta.

Essex

A beauty far different from that which I find at home.

Motif Number 1

Don’t ever say that I don’t read my feedback or suggestions, and can I just say, you guys are always spot on with your suggestions.

Tubular

Who knew that my kids would be so adventurous in Wisconsin of all places?

Saying goodbye to July

I am proclaiming this month a success. I think my children would agree.

Scopophobia

One of the only shots I got of this howling water dog when I thought I would walk away with hundreds.

On Durphee Lake

The silhouette of more summer memories in the Midwest.