My dad with Henry, guarder-of-chickens and bane of coyotes everywhere.
Bare feet + hot coals on a warm summer evening.
It's been a rough week, darlings. Much teetering + tottering has ensued; I can't stop myself from pressing "refresh" on the New York Times online to watch as the red numbers climb ever higher. It's a train wreck, boy howdy, and we're all along for the ride.
I'm trying to follow my own advice, but finding clarity is no easy task during these times. In conversations with friends, we speculate endlessly on what might happen next, on where the "bottom" is or if there even is one. Thank goodness for sites like Sad Guys on Trading Floors that offer a humorous look at the situation (via Jen M).
What does all of this mean for Random Photo Friday? Time to cull the photo library for happy times, when the Dow was well above 10,000 and the crisis was still bubbling beneath the surface, unseen.
My dad with his megawatt smile. My sister's feet around an impromptu fire we set up on the lawn.
Summertime, and the living (was) easy.
Hope you have many magnificent distractions planned for this weekend. There is, after all, still much to be grateful for, and much to love about this wild + wonderful world of ours.
I shall leave you with this:
And so we dig deeper.