A few memories and gems from my six year old’s first film camera. circa summer 2015.
summer
June berries
Summer is upon us. Those magical days of quiet early morning walks, lush gardens, sleepy afternoons, sticky sandy beach days, sun kissed freckles, wild summer berries, torrential thunderstorms, and moments that seem to defy the laws of time in length. Easily our favorite time of year. I am looking forward to more unplanned days, and relatively late mornings […]
A Summer Rain
“Drip drip the trees for all the country round, And richness rare distills from every bough; The wind alone it is makes every sound, Shaking down crystals on the leaves below. For shame the sun will never show himself, Who could not with his beams e’er melt me so; My dripping locks—they would become an […]
honorable august
“The bee is not afraid of me, I know the butterfly; The pretty people in the woods Receive me cordially. The brooks laugh louder when I come, The breezes madder play. Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists? Wherefore, O summer’s day?” [.] We took a fishing trip to mirror lake, a favorite clime of sanctioned […]