maybe a car will come along

Haven't had much time or want to write blog posts. So, pictorially, here's what happened in May.

Sister Laura Graduates. For which we travel to Idaho. I asleep sleep in the back on a mattress. Illegal.


The mattress, ft. Caleb

The sad state of many of the photos I took, dark and/or blurry

Documentation

Sister Laura

Idaho, Day 2, Several Weeks Later

The sunset struck so brilliantly into the travelling carriage when it gained the hill-top, that its occupant was steeped in crimson. "It will die out," said Monsieur the Marquis, glancing at this hands, "directly."



...But there remained a broken country, bold and open, a little village at the bottom of the hill, a broad sweep and rise beyond it, a church-tower, a windmill, a forest for the chase, and a crag with a fortress on it used as a prison. Round upon all these darkening objects as the night drew on, the Marquis looked, with the air of one who was coming home.