Not many words again. Summer is official here. Two BBQs and loads of hours outdoors in the past few days. Times like these make me happy to be in California.
Although I wouldn't mind being in Portugal, scene of the two bottom photos. Could I swing it? Wish I was brave enough to just up and move. Shit, I wish I was brave enough to even submit my materials to the job I have been eyeing there. A dream life. The life I have always wanted. At least what a version of me once wanted. Me at 19. 20, 21, 22, 23, 24. What are these stupid numbers and why do I let them have such a hold over me. Tomorrow I will submit my papers. Always tomorrow, non?
How beautiful is the last photo? It is a still from a film, Night Train to Lisbon, which is itself based on a book of the same title. Interesting movie, great cast and beautiful locations. I watched for Portugal alone. Such a dreamy image. Golden hour may be the best part of a day.
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