sunday night hunkiest and i made our way over to balboa island for a stock, so-cal, summertime date night. balboa island shines in the summer. dutch doors swing hello-to you wide; welcoming the wandering and strolling alike. an impromptu patio frolic is a common sight...
it’s hard to believe that not two hours before this photo was snapped, we were having a brilliant, summer storm. a storm with all the proper, dramatic fixings: sit-you-straight-up-out-of-a-dead-sleep, loud, cracking thunder!...
farewell my endless, carefree as a whisper, summer. i will miss you much. i will miss the smell of your backyard barbecue. the silent, but potent neighborhood bell which beckoned the sunburnt, beach-cruiser riding puppies home each day from the sand. how sad...
