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chicken love + freckled shoulder hikes

August 15, 2010

Since my last day at my job wrapped up on Thursday, it’s been a whirlwind of travel, friends and many blissful hours of food, conversation and many a good walk.

My “Farewell Tour” (one might call it) began with my two best friends, colliding randomly as we often do for small amounts of time (this time, about twelve hours). I met them late Thursday night at Sandra’s house, home of the illustrious and ever beloved Marmee and Co.

Sandra’s family has a flock of chickens in their backyard, which I found utterly fascinating and cements it that someday, I definitely want some chickens. I ran around with my camera Friday morning, alternately approaching and then fleeing from the chickens, unsure of their behavioral tendencies.  I might have looked more than a little silly.

I love those chickens, oh I truly, truly do.

(That peach was so juicy and delicious. Slurp slurp slurp.)

After we waved/hugged and wailed good-bye to Noelle as she returned to the Left Coast, Sandra and I went on a blissfully deserted hike, in which we stretched our legs and our minds, as we often do when we’re together. That woman, I tell ya. Hot damn.

I am now roaming around Pittsburgh with my lovely “Caroline friend”. More about that later.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 18, 2010 3:55 am

    I adore your pictures! i needa learn how to photograph like that!

  2. Caroline permalink*
    August 24, 2010 9:42 am

    @ Cookie Monster!

    Thank you so much! I am definitely still learning — and admittedly, Photoshop makes things look way cooler than my photos actually might be. 🙂

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