Dads.

These two men are incredible. Among the finest friends one could have, and perhaps the only people i still know from childhood, they have become some great dads. Their young boys, fallen apples, reflect those characteristics strongest in their dad- one insightful and reflective, with a charming propensity for unintended slapstick, the other fearless and willful, with an acrobat's kinesthetic sense, that weird intuition for physics that can only come from doing lots and lots of backflips.








Anatole, that young brain visiting from Oregon, explained to me that i couldn't possibly imagine the vast number of spores he was releasing from these puffballs. He did this instead of eating breakfast.

Final Belly, Maybe.

Sigh. The last photo i took of a plane before getting detained by the department of homeland security. And the police. So i guess i'm done doing that.

Sorry to shake things up, Officers.

The Tough Cats.

The toughcats played a fantastic show along the water in Belfast a few nights ago. They are fantastic musicians, some of the friendliest people i know, and their ability to get 80-year old grumps and 20-year old hipsters on the dancefloor together is consistently amazing to me.

My wife.

I love betsy.

Night on Clapboard.

My good friends drove their boat from clapboard island back to the mainland, at midnight, to pick me up after work. We stayed up late and drank lots of wine and had one of the best conversations i've had in years.

Same Lines.

Looking back at the past few weeks' photos, i'm realizing i might be searching for a little order.














































or, then, maybe not.

Belly Up.

The long-awaited result of chasing airplanes on a bicycle.

Moving,

It's been hard to say goodbye to our apartment.

Everywhere at once.

The past few weeks have been a bit of a blur. Betsy and i are planning a wedding, packing up our apartment, and both starting a new semester of school- she midwifery, myself, architecture.
We all know the tired adage about the thousand words, so i'll mostly let the bits below do the talking, but i must say- as bewildering as life gets, spending time with friends and family is always such a treat. My father has been rearranging his workshop, my friend Jon held his annual Lawnchair Cinema and its requisite, competitive mix of lawn games, and I had a chance to visit my brother and his wife at their new farm. Also, i've been trying to approach Portland like i haven't been looking at it for six years, and it's been working a little.

My friends spent the night.

and played a show while they were here.





And, lately, i've been driving into the middle of maine for some fun new work with my friend Colin Sullivan-Stevens



It's a long, beautiful commute.