Raw, adjective: 2. not having undergone processes of preparing, dressing, finishing, refining, or manufacture
Awww - how much do I love this pic? My beautiful sibs!
You can almost smell the ocean and feel the wind whipping and watch the angry clouds blowing by at twilight on the beach. I think we're all just particularly cheesy in this one because we knew margaritas were around the corner.
Home again in SF, and it's damn good to be back. Playing a lot of catch-up today, all the laundry and photo-developing and mail-opening and peony-buying and filling the fridge again after a mobile month. I'm looking forward to unpacking my suitcase for good and settling in for more than a few days.
Took more photos in the last month than I have in years, so prepare yourselves for the impending photo extravaganza. It'll be wild, man.
Mad rawness going on. Raw lobster skin from too much oblivious swimming at the beach. Raw calloused hands from cranking the hedge-cutters on Sunday at the house. Raw muscles from stretching and scrubbing and hauling and raking and bending. Raw emotions, memories filling my thoughts. Raw blisters from the long run the other day. Raw writing from so much time to work on various planes. And raw energy, raw anticipation to throw myself into all the plans I've got for the next few weeks. And raw grapes and kombucha and broccoli and all that shit filling my fridge again after too much middle-American processed food and cheeeeeese and fries everywhere you turn.
It's good to be home.