Camping: 19/365


I love camping. Sleeping under the stars. Waking with the dawn and the dew. My guy can pitch a tent with one hand tied behind his back and start a fire without a match. I can cook anything over an open fire, even an apple pie.

This photo is from four or five years back, our anniversary. September in Acadia, camped out on the fjord.


Fireside: 9/365

I love a roaring fire. Bonfires on the beach, campfires, and right now, a fire in our old fieldstone fireplace. The way it dances. The way it talks. Crackle, hiss. The way it mesmerizes and lulls. A book by the fire, heaven.