Friends, we did in fact find a little cabin by the coast with a nearby stream that was big enough for swimming. We found two cabins, actually, and made quite an amazing long weekend of them. As you know, the mister and I have this habit of staging a photo shoot when we are on vacation. Usually, we opt for a long dusty road where we can set a makeshift tripod on the hood of the truck and take a few dozen photos of the two of us dancing in the windy desolate streets.
This time, we set up on a tiny little sofa in one corner of the cabin and we took a bunch of photos, in our usual vacation photo shoot tradition. Here are a few of my favorites. (The mister works in dance and performance, mind you, so he inspired the more theatrical moments. You'll see he's a finer actor than me any day, as I tend to show a little transparent smirk. So fun.)
I am still editing through the photos of the huge organic garden just up the hill from our cabin, the little magical bits of river rock and fallen leaves, and the other moments that set the world just right for a few days away. I'm especially still editing through the images in my mind of eleven shooting stars across one rural late-night sky, amazingly followed by a blazing meteor with a bright fiery trail. My goodness! I'm all melty today, upon our return, like my muscles have been stretched and softened and realigned. Aw, shucks, maybe that's just my ooey, gooey heart.
More soon, I promise. Back to the office tomorrow and there's laundry to be done. xoxo, k.