“Wha d’ya bring grapes for?”

“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”

– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Brothers Karamazov

I recently finished up the third and final season of Broadchurch, a police procedural drama aired originally on iTV in the UK that was then run on BBC America. It stars the incredibly talented David Tennant and Olivia Colman, as well as a bajillion other incredible actors.

If you know me pretty well, you know that I have loved the show from the scraps I could watch during UK-only initial airing of its first season. The dry humour and expressive reactions crack me up and the production value is stunning. The score (Olafur Arnalds!), lighting, writing, acting, directing, cinematography, David Tennant’s hair… all of it is redonkulous. I mean, just LOOK at this gorgeous camerawork:

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jar & summering comes

I have an adventure jar full of coins on my dresser.

Well, technically it isn’t /full/, but it does have coins. Most are loose change, a few are pennies my boyfriend hid for me, and a quite a good number are parking lot finds.

This is my adventure jar, for when the day a traveling adventure spontaneously takes me along with it. I don’t know how much money is in there: sometimes I sort the coins by type, without counting, when the urge takes me.

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