lost & found

{meet the hunt clan.}









{lake union partners.}




{lillian comes home.}









{priscilla and jack levison.}



{susan and lance.}

i don't want to go to sleep.

i'll make a mark on all of these pages.

a mug of coffee, a new pen, and a maharaj, please.

a wide-eyed girl with a big green suitcase and camera on her wrist jumped on a plane that took her over the top of the globe and to a foreign, ancient land named rome, italy.





she traveled in a small pack of baby art historians. the leader of the pack of baby art historians is a real life art historian named dr. k.

dr k was a wonderful woman with many talents including picking spouses, making the political history of ancient rome reviting and relevant, and packing everything needed for a month in a single normal-sized backpack.

they woke up early in the mornings to jump on the bus toward wherever dr. k said they needed to go. they saw an incredible number of incredible basillicas, they saw more sculpture than anyone would ever need to see ever, studied frescoes and mosaics, ducked through catacombs, and stood on every one of the seven roman hills.

some days they followed a beautiful roman through the ruins. when she spoke it was clear that she was completely enchanted by her city. she made sweet jokes and began every other sentence with, 'in reality...'



the girl with the big green suitcase made some dear friends in the foreign, ancient land named rome. they jumped quickly into her heart and are there to stay for a long long time.



together they wandered the streets of rome and conquered it's public transit system.



in the afternoons she enjoyed bench sitting and people watching.


and pigeon watching.



she floated in the mediterranean and watched sailboats far away.



they rode bikes through gardens and parks. they zipped around villas, museums, and street performers. the weather was right and they felt so very alive.



she rode italian trains toward places that she had only seen in art history books. (they're real.)



roman thunderstorms would slow the city down for hours at a time. she loved the shaking thunder, swirly sky, and cool air.




she loved the way the city looked from the top of the spanish steps.



she lived in this not-foreign-anymore land named rome for a month before it was time to fly backwards over the top of the globe and back to the place where people spoke her language.

she loves rome.



she also loves typing in third person.