Some days photographs are easier to manufacture than words.

Some nights down here in the American southeast it’s too hot to sleep, even though you can practically taste your dreams you’re so tired.

So we toss and tumble at night trying to think of snow and cool breezes as the temperature creeps up so much that time seems to stop.

All the while knowing that the next day will be just as hot and sticky, leaving you searching for tiny respites in glasses of iced tea and the freedom of flip flops.

But luckily, as if to spite the consistency of the heat and tendency to wall up inside with the air conditioning on, each day still brings the smallest of surprises.