these people.

(nana, chloe, rayvn, zephyr, kazan)

The city dares you to let your words be heard. The woods dare you to silence them; just to listen for a while. It's something I've learned this summer, flitting between the two extremes of bustling metropolis and quiet haunts. The list of cities I'd like to visit someday is a long one, yet something inside me knows I'll always come back to woodland life. To country life, to lake life, to farm life, to prairie life. To sky-in-every-direction life. 

• s'mores
• catching frogs
• canoeing around the bay
• naps in the sun
• wearing pyjamas, too-big sweatshirts, and glowsticks twenty four seven
• laughing a lot
• kicking out the boys so we could have a girl's night
• inviting the boys back in the morning to make us pancakes (those guys. they are wonderful.)
• playing with the chickens
• llama kisses from alice and opal

That was the agenda for our weekend spent back at the cabin and in the bush (cousins' farm in the middle of nowhere). I didn't think much of these photos at the time, but looking through them now - they are some of my very favourites. It's not so much the angles or the light or the colours. It's these people. It's Kazan's animated bonfire stories and Chloe's ability to catch fourteen frogs in one net. It's Rayvn's quirky little dances and Meadow's way of understanding and sharing my bizarre sense of humour. It's not me who makes my favourite photos. It's these people.

They're pretty great.