Lately

Now that Elmwood's over for the summer, we can talk about it. The class? So wonderful. The company? Beyond. Parker came from Oregon to shoot the afternoon for an upcoming issue of Kinfolk and it was so good to have him there with my usual cast of characters (Frank, Paul and Alice). They brought the booze and snacks and comic relief, and my indebtedness is bigger than the magnum of champagne we drank at the end.

When Parker gets his film back from the class, I'm hoping to post a few outtakes. For your eyes only.

I spent the entire month incanting the phrase elmwood provides, like the property was a bottomless mary poppins bag of niceties. Butterflies and black eyed susans, some exquisite tiny, speckled wild canadian lilies and catkin grasses which somehow I've failed to notice every other year of my life. A single good thunderstorm, a campfire, a few more freckles, several shooting stars, the knowledge that turkey dogs are basically an abomination. I made several batches of jam, one particular peach variety never really set and was instead eaten with a spoon in one sitting. (By me.)

After being gone for the better part of a month- my houseplants are pathetic at best, my email inbox is a 3rd world country and my cat has gone feral again. That's okay. We are picking up the pieces of city life, and realizing that there is still a little summer left to be had here, too.