play – The August Break – day eleven
An afternoon in the water. Finally. Play. Day Eleven of The August Break. (photo by me, wrapped in a beach towel)
red – The August Break – day ten
Signs of summer. Red. Day Ten of The August Break. (photos by me, at the Huckleberry Festival and later on the dock with a vodka tonic in hand)
taste – The August Break – day nine
One missed silk. Oops. Taste. Day Nine of The August Break. (photo by me, on the deck before dinner was served)
a selfie – The August Break – day eight
There are a number of legitimate excuses for why I basically abandoned posting August Break photos a week in. One was that I was supposedly on vacation, at a cabin without internet. Another was that I was freaking out about finishing a school project and feeling resentful that I wasn’t able to just sleep in […]
skyline – The August Break – day seven
From the upper patio of the Iron Horse, at dinner with a friend on my one night back in town. Missoula, Montana. Skyline. Day Seven of The August Break. (photo by me, waiting for my salmon BLT, enjoying my company and the huckleberry vodka and lemonade)
diagonals – The August Break – day six
From the lovely deck at Brookie’s Cookies. (the cookies aren’t too bad either…) Bigfork, Montana. Diagonals. Day Six of The August Break. (photo by me, appreciating the free wireless)
close up – The August Break – day five
A rainbow of mixers. Swan Lake, Montana. Close up. Day Five of The August Break. (photo by me, contemplating my options)
love – The August Break – day four
First sunset at the lake, one of my favorite places. Swan Lake, Montana. Love. Day Four of The August Break. (photo by me, taken from the dock)
yellow – The August Break – day three
Clipped from the garden. Great Falls, Montana. Yellow. Day Three of The August Break. (photo by me, just before dinner)
breakfast – The August Break – day one
Torchy’s Tacos. Austin, Texas. Breakfast. Day One of The August Break. (photo by me this morning)
I like writing, photography, reading, music, design, typography, paper products, days in the seventies and sparkly snow, Spanish wine and cans of PBR. I spent a year in Córdoba, Spain, working as a 
