I know I've sentenced myself to no blogging this week, but I skipped Self Portrait Tuesday last week. I know it's not excessively creative, but I like it anyway--so there...
This is a photo of me and my best friend from high school the summer we packed up the truck, my dog, Japhy, and hit the road. We traveled the States together up and down, sideways and crossways for an entire summer.
Right now my class is watching The Motorcycle Diaries, a film about Ernesto "Che" Guavera and Alberto Granada's adventures down the length of South America on a beat up old motorcycle in the 1950's. This photo reminds me that we once took the same sort of journey. And so it's no wonder I watch that film with such longing--even after 4 viewings.
Two years ago Jess was the Maid of Honor in my wedding. This is the photo that I carefully tucked into a locket for her. She cried when she opened it. And I did too.
I've never found a better traveling partner.
1 comment:
This is such a sweet, touching a beautiful post.
The safest I have ever felt was the night before my wedding, when my three best friends (and bridesmaids) all crammed into one tiny bed to sleep. Most brides can't sleep the night before their weddding. I have never had a more peaceful night sleep.
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