Saturday. n the seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings.
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There's something about the holiday season that seems to melt time away faster than you think possible. October is the kick-off. Halloween prep intermingles with Santa's popping up in the holiday aisle. The cool fall air becomes a cold winter chill. The mud puddles freeze over. We even saw a few snowflakes, and lots of rain. We broke records of rainfall; the weather we're accustomed to showed it's face, and our island home graciously accepted the water it longed for. Final fishing adventures were had, pumpkins were carved, costumes picked out the night before the school parade. These were our ordinary days, and they were good.
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Saturday. n the seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings.
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Saturday. n the seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings.
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Saturday. n the seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings.
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The rain we desperately longed for, came down for days. The dry, hardened earth soaked up every last drip, still thirsty. Then we got more. The rivers flowed again, the fish swam again. It's a complicated cycle, when a place fully dependent on the regularity of receiving water, just doesn't get any. Raingear-clad, we headed to the park on bikes, breathing in the fresh salty air. We watched water shoot off the sides of hills, making impromptu waterfalls. We literally soaked it up. Then the sun peaked out for a couple days, and we soaked up that, too.
It's Friday, and we're ready for our weekend.
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