a long day of ferrying from island to mainland. a road trip back down to the city. burgers at a little pub. street parking in a quiet ballard neighborhood. we had zero plans. no time constraints or rushing. friends celebrating life and the passing of time and age.
and rowen, the soft light at the center of it all. we learned she really loves trees. and that ferry rides supply the best naps. and that when you’re with people you love things are easy.