Psychic Sunday and Thoughts on Motherhood and Sexuality

Hello dear friends! 

I just returned two days ago from a trip with my son to Maui (amazing) and am now settling happily into the cold rainy days of winter in Northern California. Before I left, I hosted an event at my store that ended up being a dreamy evening filled with pink wine and flowers, candles and fairy lights, sweet women playing music, and lots of festive shopping. It was quite wonderful. To see a few beautiful photos from the even, please check out Mariamma's blog post, here.

Also, just last week, an original piece of mine was published at Annapurna Living. The piece reflects on my own experience with sexuality in my life as a mother. It feels good to share it and I hope it resonates with some of you.

Today I am organizing, packing, shipping, and creating. Right now the light is too dark to really photograph anything, so I'm using the time to produce more art rather than worry about photography. I swear, the longest nights are my most creative times. Winter is so good for making stuff. So many reasons to stay home, to be warm, to simmer stews, to slow down, to be happy.

With love,
Sadie Rose


A knife and five cranberries

This moves me.

I found it here.


Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
by Marty McConnell

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses.
you make him call before
he visits. you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.


Feeling the Love

A couple of weeks ago, my mother came to visit me. She came, as she always does, bearing many gifts. Asher and I both get to sit on the floor unpacking boxes of books and treasures while my mom unpacks several coolers-worth of food into my fridge. It is a treasured ritual and I'm always grateful.

This time, at the bottom of one of the boxes was a self-published chapbook of poetry that an old friend of mine had written several years ago. I've blogged a few times over the years about this particular friend, as she was a fierce, first love of mine. My love for her is where my love for writing was born, and where it began to take shape. She is mentioned in this story, which some of you may have read.

When I saw the chapbook, I was overcome with a sense of sorrow (in the best way) and excitement. I wasn't sad, necessarily, it was more of a sense of profound nostalgia for things that are very far gone. The things that we remember so deeply but must surrender to the powerful currents of time and space. As soon as I saw the book, I knew that I would be in it. I mean this literally -- I knew that there would be poems about me inside this book. Vague memories passed through my mind; I remembered hearing that she had been in a poetry program and was writing a chapbook. However, we've only been minimally connected over the recent years, and I never saw hide nor hair of the book. I couldn't recall her ever sending me any drafts of the poems at any point.

Sure enough, I looked through the pages. Memories of our time together was indeed woven throughout many of the pages. She and I shared something so big, it's hard to reminisce about it. Truly, our love was made for poetry, as it's hard to express in other ways. How does one really recount the story of a literary love affair between 14-year-old girls? How does one express the profound nature of the love and transformation that we experienced together? Such transformational love is often coupled with a sexual dynamic, but ours never was. But it was that kind of relationship: We were everything. We were in love. We found the depths together and shared a flame while we explored it.

On one of the pages was a poem entirely about me.

The poem stands alone, of course, as a poem. Anyone can read it and absorb what they will. But to me, this is an anthem of a bygone era, of my first love, of a chapter that I lived long ago. This poem is a shared language between the two of us, an ode to the importance of love and vulnerability and trust; we are but a product of our moments and our memories. We call in our lovers in whatever form we need them -- our teachers come in many guises, and if we are open to it, they will change us forever.

This post is my thank-you letter to my friend who wrote the poem. It is a commentary on love and changing-tides and the thrill of trusting your heart and knowing true love when it is there.

Poem by Allison Hilborn. She currently provides daily doses of wisdom and inspiration here.


Moon times

I have a post at the Boho Collective today with some inspirational info around the lunar eclipse that will happen tonight/early tomorrow morning. How YOU feeling??

Also, today I am giving away a copy of the Boho Collective PRINT magazine! I am hosting my giveaway on Instagram, but you can enter in the blogosphere here, if that's easier for you. You can also order a copy starting on October 15th and support us in that way....and treat yourself to a bundle of delight in the process.


Saturn Return/The Awakening

Yesterday a piece of mine was published on Moondaughter's blog as part of her Saturn Return series. It was very moving for me to share this story. I mean, how was your Saturn Return??



“to live in this world

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go” 

-Mary Oliver


Sweet Summer Starlight, I See You in the Sky

Summer is slowly fading, and if you know my blog, you know that one of my most favorite things to write about is the changing of seasons. There is something about the between-seasons that makes me feel so alive and so connected to the earth. These times activate so many memories, recent, old, and ancient. 

Don't get me wrong -- it is still plenty hot here. In an odd turn of events, two different dogs have eaten both of my pairs of flip flops this week, and my poor feet are no where near ready for shoes all the time. It's still barefoot weather here. Barefoot or not, I do find myself contemplating favorite crock pot recipes and fantasizing about pumpkin pies. The mornings and nights are cooler than ever, and the light is fading much faster these days. Autumn is in the air, riding gracefully on the breezes and resting thoughtfully in the full moonlight. The children are in school and they are playing soccer, the first leaves are beginning to fall, and just yesterday an acorn fell from the tree and bounced off my patio right through my front door, landing in the middle of my rug: a gift!

I will miss the sweet days of summer, the poolside reveries, the mornings without clocks, and the nights of open doors and warm winds. But I know these days will be back soon enough: the older I get, the faster time flies, swiftly moving through cycles of days and routines, months and years. The seasons come and go as they will -- never unnoticed and always appreciated, fleeting though they may be. 

Autumn is always a time of so much change, I can only wonder what is in store for all of us. The deep shifting is inevitable. It is time to clean the cobwebs and rake the leaves; gather the root vegetables and store them so that they may sustain us when things get cold. 



Tarot Readings

I'm offering 10-card Tarot readings for $25! I posted this on Facebook, but in case we aren't "friends" there, I thought I'd post it here as well. I can do in-person readings, and we can also do long distance readings on the phone or through email (yep, it still works). Contact me if you are interested!

Other exciting news: I will be teaching a workshop on how to start an Etsy shop! The workshop will be held at the end of October at the Idea Fabrication Labs in Chico, California. If you are local, please consider checking it out. It will be really fun and informative. 



Oh, hi

Dear ones,

In the swirl of summer, the days pass quickly and the many things I want to blog about stack up behind me: so many stories, trips, adventures, songs. C'est la vie! I am fascinated right now about the shift that the blogosphere has taken (for me, for many) over the past 2 years. The widespread use of mobile devices has truly changed it. Saying that makes me feel old; like I am part of something bygone. Oh! Because I am. Ha. To truly delve into that matter would take a long and somewhat techy-sounding post, so I'll skip it for now. 

Suffice it to say I have saved my life this summer (but isn't that what summer is for?!). By diving deep into the waters of fun and friends, roadtrips and daydreams, rooftops and sunrises, mountain lakes and mountain all of these things I feel renewed. Sometimes apparently we have to let go of what we believe anchors us to the ground. Sometimes in order to get more work done, we have to go off and have more fun.

Thank you, summer, for coming every year and bringing your particular magic. 

Some of you may know that I am now a contributing editor over at The Bohemian Collective blog. I will be blogging there 2-3 times per month, so check it out to read more pieces by me. If there is anything you'd like me to write about, please email me your ideas (sadiedeluxe [at] gmail). 

Today my second post went live; it's about the personal nature of our tattoos and how I believe we are not obliged to share the stories of our tattoos with anyone if we don't want to. Read it! I know most of you ladies have ink!!

I'm also having a major sale in my shop right now - 55% off nearly 60 items! There are some scores, stop by if you'd like. 

Sending you all many bright wishes of sweet summer magic; may your afternoons be sweet and restful and may your fruit be plentiful and ripe. 

(photo credit: Matt Sharkey)


Love it anyway

"Sooner or later, you lose everything. Love it anyway."

This quote is from the twitter feed of my friend's father, and it struck me hard the moment I read it. Mostly because lately I've been thinking about exactly this. There are the endless clich├ęs that all more or less say: the only constant is change

But how true it is! And it is interesting how often, as humans, we seek stability, comfort, permanence. We find things (or people) and we give them meaning. In assigning this meaning, we are actually defining ourselves and giving meaning to our own life, our own being. This is not always conscious or intentional, but it happens. And then by giving this thing meaning, we give it significance, importance, w e i g h t.  

And then,

the things move on. We lose them. someone borrows them. they leave us. time happens, things shift, the tide changes once again.

I of course was thinking about this in regards to love. In my 32 years on the planet, I have loved so many people. Many of them have left. Or I have left. Sometimes I find them again and the love goes on. Some of them disappear, somehow, through the tiny cracks of space and time and I remember them only faintly, a light imprint on my heart. Sometimes I find people and all at once they mean so much to me, so many things, so many identities, dreams, desires, definitions. Sometimes I love immediately and hard; sometimes slowly and with caution. It is different every time. Similarly with the leaving, the losing. Sometimes it is abrupt and sudden, sometimes it is so slow that it is at first unnoticeable. 

But one thing I know for sure is that nothing stays forever as it is. 

Holding on to what we think we have is like grabbing a fistful of water: you open your hands and there is nothing left; you simply look at your open palms and wonder why you had them clenched so hard, for so long. 

The other thing I know for sure is this: Love it anyway.


Tuning in: MAGIC

No word needed for this most beautiful piece: 

 Enjoy thoroughly and often. 


Photo Series: Patio Lights and Summer Nights

The other night I went out with Suzanne; it was a glorious and hot summer night, and all the downtown patios were full of many, many loud people. Finally we found a small patio in the back of a wine bar that had, remarkably, no one in it. We sat down, drank wine, and ate salad and french fries. A true girls' date, indeed. It was so hot and humid on the little back porch, but there is something so satisfying about the heat of evenings in the summer...especially when you pair it with a glass of cold white wine.

Later, when the lights came on, Suzanne took a bunch of photos of me. This is the beauty of hanging out with like-minded photo-obsessed blogger babes: Photos all the time. 

I hope that many of you are enjoying hot summer nights in some fashion, wherever you may be. 


Tunig in: Tuesday's Selection

Today I am cooking lots of food and doing lots of work (sort of). I am also watching the World Cup, so all things revolve around that. It is hot here. It is the kind of hot where one should only wear silk things and pretty underwear around the house. (If one goes out in the real world, she must still suffer the burden of real clothes).

This song by Warpaint won me over recently, for which I'm grateful. You see, Warpaint is a band that I always *want* to like, and then I just don't really like their music that much. But I think they are super radical babes and I wish I liked listening to them. Maybe live would be better? Anyway, I do love this song and you might like it, too.

Also, thank you to everyone who entered the giveaway, and congratulations to Bianca for winning!!!


Interview: Natalia Benson

In my quest to provide more and more inspiration for all of us, particularly in the form of interviews with highly capable women, I am pleased to present this interview with LA-based jewelry designer Natalia Benson. I met Natalia a couple years ago through mutual friends, and thanks to the power of social networking, we've been able to keep in touch and I've been able to watch her business continue to grow and transform.

Many thanks to Natalia for sharing this with us today.

Tell me a bit about yourself: how old are you, and how long have you been officially running "your own business?"

I am 27 years old. I began my jewelry creating venture at 20 & started to take it seriously as a business venture when I was about 23 because my parents cut me off after graduating school... it was sort of a forced/inevitable happening.

I know you live in LA; did you grow up there as well? How has living in LA shaped your experience as an artist and an entrepreneur?

I grew up in Phoenix, Arizona. I moved to San Diego when I was 18 to go to school & moved up to Los Angeles about 5 years ago. LA is a fascinating place; I always say it is a place of extreme contrast & you are challenged to really go inward to create where you stand within all of the polarity. I originally thought I was moving here to expand myself as a designer (which I was) but in truth, I came to LA to find & cultivate my spirituality & how that would inform my total life & my work moving forward.
Are you a self-taught artist/jeweler? Who inspires you and where/how do you seek to further your skills/craft?

Yes, I am completely self taught. I started out as a young lady brought up by very corporate/business minded parents & I had this mentality too, I never envisioned myself as a creative or an artist by any means. I started creating jewelry in my bedroom because I wanted to let my creative spirit out & I also didn’t want to be told what to do anymore in any capacity (Aries;) Truthfully I am inspired by anyone who unabashedly follows their soul & heart... I find inspiration everywhere - from Pamela Love (jewelry designer) to Katy Perry & Beyonce (which few people would think I like them, but I do!!) I honor the feminine spirit in all beings who just decide to flow with their soul because they can’t imagine doing anything else with their life.

What are some tricks and tips you can share with us about maximizing your potential as a creative business owner?

Work on it er’day (everyday) & be open to the ideas of people who love you or people who know more than you.... My Grandpa told me when I was younger that everything is achieved with Persistence. He was a true rags to riches story of a poor kid in Detroit, MI born to immigrants who died wealthy (in mind & spirit too) from working his ass off doing what he truly loved. My grandfather was a self-made millionaire. As a young man, he went into the Navy and learned the trade of being an electrician. He utilized that trade to build a very successful contracting business in Phoenix, Arizona where I grew up. 

Something really beautiful: I started my entrepreneurial endeavor when I was about 20 years old after my Grandpa had already been gone for about 4 years. I said one day out loud when I was driving, "Gramps, I really wish I could ask you questions on your experience as I am just beginning my own business venture..." A few days later my mom gave me a book called "Pathways to Power" by Edward L. Kramer; it was published in the 40s but it's basically the Modern Day version of The Secret, or think-positive new-age stuff that we are all familiar with... I guess my grandpa heard me! 
What is a favorite self-care ritual that you have?

Honestly, I love exercising & moving my body in every way. My workspace is really close to my gym & I get up every morning & get grounded in my body. Using Doterra oils & getting plenty of sleep are also incredibly important self care rituals I implement daily.

How does being a woman play into your role as a business owner? Can you discuss, if possible, the aspect of femininity as if exists in your creative/professional endeavors?

What an incredible question. It reminds me that I am not a machine; I have to honor my intuition, my need for rest, my need to honor my moon, my need to respect the cycles of things, of nature, of work, of success & seeming failure -- incorporating my femininity into my way of running a business may seem foreign to the current climate of how business is done at large but I have realized I can’t insult that part of myself because it is what lends itself to my health & the health of my business and maybe even sets a positive example for other women beginning businesses... If you study and how they treat their employees, this to me is an example of the feminine incorporated into the business model. People don’t want to be slave-driven for “success” anymore. 

I know you have your hands in all sorts of other creative projects, too. What are a couple non-business related creative outlets that you love to explore?

I love to DJ & to read tarot cards. DJing is healing for me & Tarot is healing for the people I interact with on that level. Both allow for deeper connection of who I am to the outside world, as working solely on running my jewelry line can leave me in solitude quite a lot. 

Learn more about Natalia and keep in touch with her at any of these magical portals below (Natalia posts Tarot readings on her YouTube channel, these may be interesting to many of you ladies):


Crystal Bullets

Throwback: Remember when I made these all the time? I just made another batch of them because I had some old supplies laying around, and they've already almost all sold before even hitting the shop. You all still love these things!

I must say they are supremely photogenic and I love photographing them.


Handsome Ghost


This song!

I am feeling neutral about the video but THIS SONG is killing me. New favorite.

I'm not sure how many of you have made the leap over to Spotify (ilu Pandora), but Spotify is kind of blowing my mind. It is crazy brilliant amazing and I have been discovering so much new music. Plus I finally paid for it which makes it a million times better and I can get offline listening for when I'm in the car, etc. Asher, too, will sit for hours diving deep into musical oceans out from which he comes equipped with new artists and songs that he discovered for himself, music that he wants to listen to. It's really cute. 

Anyway you should listen to the whole EP on Spotify, there are only 4 songs.

So. In. Love. 

I guess I've really been feeling the musical posts lately. Thank you music for saying so many things when I cannot. 


Tuning In: Monday's Selection

Thank you Suzanne for showing me this version of Jolene. It's so lovely. (This is originally written by Dolly Parton). 


Iconoclasp Bandeaus

I just got a shipment of these super cute summer bandeaus in the shop! They are handmade by indie designer Iconoclasp and I couldn't be happier to be stocking these in the store. They are so comfy and beyond cute. (Contact me if you aren't local and you want one).

Not to mention my models .... ???!!!!


How to Pack for a Festival: My 3 Guidelines

Here it is, as promised! The second installment of my vlog series. This one is shorter with a better background and a good dose of silly. Making moves, kids, making moves. I love you all! Happy Friday! I hope you are moving gracefully through this powerful full moon and that the weekend holds many promises of light and luxury for you and your families. 


Giveaway for Amy Waltz Designs

So excited to announce a collaboration with The House of Milk for a giveaway for Amy Waltz Designs! Amy Waltz Designs has a vast collection of really beautiful jewelry, and Suzanne and I will be running simultaneous giveaways; one winner will be chosen on each blog, and each winner will receive a $50 gift card to Amy Waltz Designs. 

The other day, Suzanne and I met up at local boutique Three Sixty Ecotique to model some of the jewelry and take photos for the giveaway. Three Sixty Ecotique is one of the cutest spots around and I'm so grateful that we were able to use their space. Thanks, ladies! Local photog Jason Mackey shot some beautiful photos of some of Amy's designs, and Suzanne and I modeled the best we could in the crazy heat. Wow has it been hot. 

Please head over to Suzanne's blog as well, and you can enter both giveaways. We are running the giveaway through Rafflecopter, so you can get extra entries for social sharing, etc. The giveaway closes on Thursday, June 26 at 6 pm, and winners will be announced on the Friday following that day.

(Update: I styled this shoot with clothing from my shop as well as some items from my personal collection. Email me with any inquiries!)

a Rafflecopter giveaway


For Monday

This morning, Monday dawns hot and sweet. The temperature here has been very high for several days now; in Paradise, it usually maxes out around 100 (!) but down the hill in the valley it's even hotter, and made worse by the vast expanses of asphalt and concrete that take up so much space. Paradise seems to be more trees than roads, and for that I am grateful. Nevertheless, I am able to find the dreamy romanticism in feeling too hot: the languid movements that take over, the slow-thinking, the sweaty glasses of ice water, the hot wind on bare skin. Yesterday I read almost an entire novel, unmoving, in my bed beneath the fan. I was taken over yesterday with a near-psychedelic PMS experience, and the heat and the pain transported me to a pseudo-dreamspace that took up most of the day. Finally, at around 6 pm, I was able to rise up and feed the child -- he was remarkably good all day and I hope that he will be better outfitted for his future as a man because of his PMS education. Whew. 

This is the last week of the school year, and Friday marks the beginning of summer vacation, of days moving without restriction, of the deep hot interlude between years and the seasons of hard work. 

The shop is filling up with excellent summer pieces for those of you who maybe haven't browsed in a while. 

And similarly, the markets are filling up with wild loads of summer fruit, the kinds of which bring back fierce memories of childhood and instill an instant desire for consumption. each season is so fleeting, it must be enjoyed to its fullest while it is here. Again, as has happened so many thousands of time in my life, I am grateful for living in California. The abundance of fruit alone is worth its weight in gold.


Be More Productive

Okay kids! Here it is, my first-ever video blog. I have a long way to go with making these way cooler, but here is the first one, plain and simple. I'm excited to get it out there and refine my process and product as time goes on. However, in the spirit of productivity, I'm going to call this one a final product and put it out into the world. 

Please feel free to share in the comments any simple tips you have in being productive. I think it is of the utmost importance that all of us women, mothers, workers, self-starters, etc., be very clear with our intentions and strategy in being productive. Through this, we can create a life and livelihood we love -- and, more importantly -- teach our children to create the same thing for themselves as they grow into adulthood. 

Remember, if it doesn't truly serve you -- Just Say No!

p.s. please comment with feedback, too. what would you like to see in these videos? shorter? more makeup? better backdrop? etc. I'm open to hearing it all.


The Art of Love: Installations by Jung Lee

Feeling so drawn to these art installations by Jung Lee. They are so sad and lovely and beautiful. 

 Found on Design Milk.


Pizza Friday

Loving the design work from this Portland team

See more of their work here

all images courtesy of Pizza Friday.

p.s. look how good you look


Oh Summer Bright and Sweet

The past few days here have been wicked hot -- the song of summer seeping in from every corner, underneath the doors, in through the window screens. I bought popsicles. I took off my shoes. I cursed the lack of air conditioning in my car, and stared critically in the mirror at the major driving tan on my left arm. Signs that you drive an 80s car: your left arm is hella tan. 

On Monday, I drove to Petaluma to pick Asher up from his dad's. Petaluma was crazy hot! I soothed myself in the cool halls of Whole Foods, and for old time's sake, I spent lots of money on very pretty food. It made me happy. I don't live in a town with a Whole Foods anymore, but when I did, I used to go there allll the time with my baby. I believe I've blogged about this before. Look at those flowers, right? Our little market here is dear to me, but there aren't any flowers like that. And don't get me started on the cheese. Or the olive bar. Despite the many hot hours in the car, I always love the picturesque vibes driving through Sonoma county. It's unreal. It's beautiful in a different way than where I live; there are rolling green hills and red barns and black and white cows. The towering Eucalyptus trees bend toward the road, and the smell reminds me of being a small child in Oakland, driving to the zoo. 


Still working at the shop and trying to be the best I can be every day at what I do. I'm trying to be innovative in everything. How can I be better? How can I change things so that they expand further, so that my heart lifts up with wings and soars out over the trees?

Perhaps you, too, consider these things. Though I am still young, I am old enough now to begin feeling the short duration of our years in these human lives.  The time is truly now to create what we want; I don't think I'll regret trying really really hard. 

The weekend is approaching quickly, and mine holds promises of more sunshine (though less heat) and beautiful visitors from the Northern realms. Food will be cooked and stories shared. These last few days of May seem already so fragile, shimmering in the heat like a mirage. Once they are gone we will plunge into June -- the last days of school, the first days of true Summer. And so it goes, these cycles that rule us, the seasons that encircle us always with their determination and truth. 

Many blessings to you and your babies in this time of warmth and joy. Soon let's compare what's on the tables at our farmer's markets, and let's speak of sparkling rivers and giant trees. 


p.s. If you did not hear via Instagram or Facebook, an adapted blog post of mine was published by Rebelle Society this week! Thank you to all my readers for inspiring me to write.


The Heart of Life

Have you heard this song before? It popped up on one of my Pandora stations the other day and I can't get over it. So beautiful. Do you think it's a break up song? Or just a song about sad things in general?

Dang, John Mayer, I didn't know I liked you. 


The Many Adventures

Lately my world has been filled with California's finest: sleepy mornings and sunsets of orange and pink, rolling hills and deep valleys, the likes of which have inspired many paintings and many songs, endless declarations of love. 

I have been working at my shop and am grateful every single day for such a lovely workspace. To have a light-filled space to do my work, and to have doors flung open to welcome people (new and old) has been such a blessing. and oh, the things I'm learning! I will have to write a whole separate post on that sometime.

Asher has been visiting his dad a lot lately, which is wonderful, and it means a little extra driving in my life. However, living in the hills of Northern California, one drives a lot. It is something that is best when surrendered to. Last time I did the dad-drive, Suzanne came with me and we field-tripped at Ikea on the way home. Being the blogging, Instagramming nerds that we are, we took full advantage of the abundance of photo opportunities provided by such a place! Endless, I tell you what. We also took advantage of the meatballs and the cafeteria and the fact that I spent enough money to get us a free lunch. Boom. Gettin my money$ worth. For those of you who may care, Ikea has the cheapest wooden hangers, beating the prices of even the online wholesale suppliers. If you have a shop, this is good information. 

There have also been barbeques and porches, afternoon cocktails, morning watermelon slices, and late afternoon naps. I have been cleaning, as always, and doing what I can to keep the creative fires stoked and burning. Suffice it to say, life is good.

More soon, I promise.


Grand Opening Photos

Dear friends,

Oh hi! I am still here, wrapped in the wondrous greatness of spring and other delights. in this moment, however, i am wrapped in the wondrous greatness of my blankets and i am still in bed. heaven. 

as promised, the photos from the Sadiedeluxe grand opening party have been posted! You can view the whole album here

 Many thanks to Jason Mackey who took all of these beautiful photographs.