Pictorial

Alright not quite 3 months away from blogging has certainly been pleasant, at least in some ways. I was nice not to feel the need to write something(not that I'm sure I ever had that feeling. . .), but, on the other hand, I've shorted myself of a creative outlet and I'm beginning to feel my brain atrophy. So, to explain at least some of my absence here's my summer so far.



Myself and Kate toasting my 21st, albeit a day late.



Thursday drinking a fruity blue drink(which completely goes against his scotch-drinking grain).



The handsome Fiance at lunch in the lovely town of Stockbridge.



Shooting lots and lots of photos of a crumbling historic prison. And of course touring the mines underneath, a thing which is probably best done before watching the video in the main building that tells prison horror stories.



Playing lots of 9-ball with vintage cues.


Well, at least that was the later half of June, my July has been mostly working and getting ready for school. Oh, and trying to get in all that reading that I've been meaning to do all summer.


(And getting to gratuitously show off photos of the Fiance.)