Tybee & Savannah.

  (June)    

       So much has happened the past few months. They have been filled with some of the hardest times but are undoubtedly some of the best of months my life thus far. I hopped in a car with a bunch of unshaven band members, drove to Tennessee and had a crazy, shower-less, loud weekend. I fought, I forgave, and I was forgiven. I learned how to bake pastries & what good produce is suppose to taste like. I learned how to dance. I escaped to Tybee and Savannah for a weekend camping trip. I spent another week getting all of the sand out of my hair. I got my first passport. I lost in chess, lost in pool and got covered in acrylic paint. I drove to Texas where I rode on a mechanical bull, went to a rodeo, and wake surfed, shook my butt at a honky tonk, and then my uncle entertained everyone by riding on a unicycle with sparklers in his mouth. I received the hardest news of my life. I cried until I couldn't physically cry any longer, then when I could, I cried again. I bought my tickets for my France trip and am about to embark on a journey i've been dreaming of ever since I promised a dear friend I would fly out to France and visit him, a promise I didn't think I could gather the funds for but ended up doing it.

Here are photographs from a weekend spent camping on Tybee Island & Savannah. 

Tennessee.

(May)
This road trip marks the start of my summer.
Somehow speakers, an entire drum set & guitars, plus three other passengers and myself squeezed into my mini van and trekked up to Tennessee. Our Iphones didn't have service most of the drive and we relied on a map that was based off of loose landmarks to get us to the camp sight. We drove through some of the cutest american towns i've ever seen in my entire life. Towns where there's still arrowhead ands and civil war bullets in the ground and tree trunks. (*speaking of which anyone want to do a mini road trip to take some photographs of these places?*)
We arrived at the camp grounds with enough day light to explore the grounds and meet new people. That night was fun, it consisted of human chicken fights, sparklers, live music by my friends the Blackwater Creek boys. I ended up making friends with someone who had a tent, early on in the night, and helping them set it up in exchange for me getting a sliver of it to sleep in! Which ended up being a lifesaver seeing as it apocalyptically stormed for hours and hours during the night and I was lucky enough to stay dry. All in all it was a fantastic, shower-less, coffee out of a pot over a campfire, port-a-potty type of weekend.