Charleston, darling.

I believe this trip was necessary for both Mindy and me, made up of a thousand little memories that won't be nearly as interesting to you as they were perfect to us.

To the sea.

July finally rolled around, which meant it was time to head to the coast to cool off just a bit.

A love letter to the South.

All of the very best days start with a long, slow walk under tall, windy, spindly, angry oak trees...