When my cousin Ben called me yesterday and told me he was coming to Rockport and that I should go have dinner with him and Nana, I had no choice but to obey. I adore Ben and don't see him often enough, so it was such a great surprise. The light was absolutely stunning...I took some pictures driving home and then back this morning...unsafe but totally worth it. And don't worry, I DID pull over when there was a photo op that couldn't be captured by just holding up the camera and clicking out the passenger side window...
Field workers in the morning in Vassalboro.
Home sweet home, view from Nana's.
Also, today I took two benadryl because I had been lying in the grass and my legs itched. I forgot that benadryl makes me pass out, so I successfully started to fall asleep in lunch and then slept through my entire Jewish History class. What an idiot.
Listening to: Skinny Love, by Bon Iver.
Lines I like: And I told you to be patient/And I told you to be fine/And I told you to be balanced/And I told you to be kind.
Thoughts: Does a photograph act as formaldehyde for the soul?