La Quinta, California. 4th of July.
Margaritas on the rocks.
Reading Joan Didion by the pool. 109 degrees.
Movie star sunglasses. Lana Del Rey on the radio, humming in the bath. The lights at dusk. Night swimming. The way the wind never came. Just heat. Just before the dog days of summer. The calefaction of my mind, a slow and steady fervor.
This picture was taken after a hike through troves of evergreen trees and over bubbly brooks in the Pacific Northwest. Our backpacks were stuffed with the perfect day-hike accoutrements; summer ale, Chex-mix, and sunscreen. When we arrived at the lake, we dropped our clothes and jumped into the chilly glacial — a perfect summer day indeed.
I was giggling to myself in an attempt to stay quiet as our friend pulled into the driveway, unaware that we were hiding beneath tables, between bookshelves, and in closets to celebrate her twenty-fourth birthday. We spent the night dancing in a humid living room with party hats on, singing old TLC songs, eating cupcakes, and kicking the balloons beside our feet. It was simple, yet one of my favorite nights of the summer.
This summer, I moved from CA to NY with my dog and partner. We drove for five days straight and loved (almost) every minute of it. This photo is from the evening we arrived in Brooklyn, from the roof of our new home.
Rather than take an expensive trip to a tropical island, my boyfriend and I decided to visit the magical land of the New Jersey Shore at the end of July. That is a literal statement. It truly is a magical place and it truly was a magical trip. We stayed in a somewhat divey (but clean!) beach motel called Pelican Point. We rented bikes, drank on the beach, got beaten by waves and saw friends after too much time apart. There are a ton of beautiful photos from the trip, but this is Kyle shoving a funnel cake into his mouth on the beach at 2am after a night of dancing at a cheesy club. After this photo was taken, we rode on our bikes throughout the neighborhood listening to Billie Holiday. It was one of the best nights of my summer, and has now become an annual plan.
This summer, I went to Hawaii for the first time with my incredibly adventurous 71 year old mother. Almost every outting we went on, we were somehow thwarted by nature, whether it be scorching heat, massive amounts of mud or torrential rain (pictured here). We had a blast laughing at our selves, walking a mile back to our hotel in the downpour. I'm so thankful to get to experience the world with my strong crazy, beautiful, mom.