Summer remains quiet for me, for the most part. I tend to pull back, socialmedia-ly speaking. I tend to take less photos and write less. Maybe spending my formative years in the deep South has something to do with that. In Georgia Summer is when you get very, very still – slowing your breathing – and wait until the mercury reaches its peak and begins once again to fall.
We spent last weekend in Roanoke. E and I did what we normally do when confronted with a new place, driving around endlessly while taking in the people, weather, houses, mountains, water sources, best restaurants, and pubs. Another – once booming – iron horse town, there was lots of history to peruse, but my favorite part was waking up in a new city, once again.