Gree c's road to...
her house, with Buster the dog,
porch,
and studio. OKAAY?
The excellent lake, where we later had a cookout and moonlight swim with a group of homosexual aesthetes from the big city. Tres sophisticat.
Gree c and gandi seem to have gone feral this summer, but that is a fond observation, not a judgement.
Gandi's hooked on fishing!
I kid you not.
Sitting down to yet another gourmet dinner prepared by gandi. I was like whoa, every day.
At the swimmin' hole, where we went with gree c's excellent sister Janice. This icy water was like 52 degrees, literally, but extremely healin' for what ailed the people.
At the farmer's market
where we saw this 89 year old man playing the accordian, and then packing it up into the trunk of his cherry, purple muscle car while the ladies looked on.
Waking up is hard to do. Could my entire haid be any puffier?
gree c, ruler of the uniberse.
Oh and here is the adorable baby black bear that came to visit every day. You can't see them, but this is right next to gandi's drum kit and electric guitar area, where we choad rocked every day, and gree c's studio where major butt gets kicked regularly.