This morning, after feeding Ezra as the sun came up, I ran out to the dock to photograph the fog coming up off the lake. It was so still out there — just lovely. Then we packed up the car and began the journey home. Three hours in the car with a very nervous dog and a teething baby might just be the opposite of that photo up there.
I’m home for a very short period before my next trip — but man, is it good to be cooking back in my own kitchen and sleeping in my own bed.
For your internet share of the day, I loved this interview with a Shaman who uses “magick” to heal people. I also love these dinner plates (although I would likely hang them on a wall and not eat from them…) and this reminds me of my mother-in-law (in the best way).