Every Sunday we're going to try to write a missed connection about some cute boy flouncin' around town. Here is tonight's missed connection:
You, a wedding photographer trying to ignore your loud wife. Us, two creepers sitting on a bench in front of Marco's Grilled Cheese. We admired your comfortable shoes, relaxed blazer, and various shades of brown clothing. It was almost too much when you showed the groom how to jump in midair. Please leave your wife and come live with us at Green Gables. Xoxo.
klang's band photo?
SERIOUS.
amelia flew through solon so you're able to get a sense of scale.
coolest place! how did it exist for so long without us discovering it?
it turns out there are many abandoned schools in the small towns of iowa.
what a good dinner at the redhead! woooooo!
Tomatoes! We are growing you!
If you are wondering what is going on in the picture above I don't blame you. Apparently our garden is lush enough that it's possible to miss an absolutely giant zucchini. I called in Amelia Earhart to fly in front of it so you're able to get a sense of scale.
And then the power went out...
then, night exploration in child-leggin's:
