Labor Day weekend. Or, building new countertops from a piece of oak and making homemade lemonade.
Momma’s jetlagged and Molly chewed a hole in her favorite toy. So, we learned a song with nonsense lyrics.
We went on an adventure. Worked hard, learned a lot, laughed much, slept little. And now it’s time to go home. (at Albert Park, Auckland)
Dear Auckland: Your brisk air, bright sun and smooth coffees have stolen my heart. Can’t tell if it’s the atmosphere that makes your flat whites so good, but I’m not counting. (at Queen Street, Auckland)
I found myself in The Shire today and wondered when I would ever get around to seeing those lord or the rings movies or reading the books. Apparently hobbits are short and live in adorable hill house villages. This is what I have learned. (at The Shire)
Good morning Singapore, and good bye. I hardly knew ye. Onto New Zealand. (at Forty Hands)
Standing strong against the oncoming Singapore Storm (at The Pinnacle Sky Bridge @ Duxton)
Things you walk past on the way to the Facebook Singapore office
19 hour flight to Singapore + the New York Times crossword app. Challenge accepted. (at San Francisco International Airport (SFO))
We’re making a movie, baby (at Stockton Metropolitan Airport)
It is illegal for women to go topless in most cities, yet you can buy a magazine of a woman without her top on at any 7-11 store. So, you can sell breasts, but you cannot wear breasts, in America.
Violet Rose (via c-icatrix)
This is one of my favorite quotes about sexualization/objectification vs autonomy of female bodies bc it’s so succinct
Rekindling my hot romance with my first love, the one that got away: live storytelling. #SnapLive (at Nourse Theater - City Arts and Lectures)
It poured rain all 7 miles into our destination. We arrived dripping wet carrying 2 bottles of wine, fresh fruit & snacks, a French press and @philzcoffee beans. The warmth of Karley’s hug and the gratitude of the MTR through hikers warmed us right back up. Slept well, stayed dry and hiked out in the sunshine with 2 new friends. (at john muir trail)
Wake at dawn, bathe in the lake, start the fire and sip your coffee. Wonder what was worth all that stress you left laying on the floor of your city apartment. Stop wondering, start packing. Hit the trail. (at Millerton Lake- California State Park)
Made it to the camp in time for an evening swim. (And there’s data to ‘gram by!) (at Millerton Lake- California State Park)