I am a child of summer. Born there, grown there, left there to stay.
I drink the warm scent carried upon the balmy breezes of a summer day like a woman drinks her perfume--the scent of freshly mowed grass and drying leaves scattered in the wind, pale roses releasing their petals in soft showers, and blackberries ripening in their homes.
I revel in the long nights, the twinkling stars in a clear sky, and the sun-spotted mornings; the dappled shadows, the deep greens of a shaded grove, and the pure white and gold of daisies sprinkling a yellow field.
The past few days have been weather bliss. I took advantage of the lush greens and sunny skies and took my camera and tripod out back. There is this lovely little place behind our woodpile that I have had my eye on for some time--a patch of green woods, dappled and leafy. I have been wanting to try some self-portraiture, and this seemed the perfect spot to do so.
It was hard. And patience-trying. But I emerged from that leafy bower with much learned, much gained, and much happiness that I am not (nor ever could be) a model.
A little while later Olivia volunteered herself as a model for the benefit of myself, much to my happiness (bless her heart. I can only stand taking photos of my own awkward face for so long). And thus we both reveled in the forest as children of summer.
Summer, pass ye by slowly. The days are long yet short, and I want to make one hundred daisy chains before you fade.
ps-the shirt I'm wearing? handmade. my dad got it for my aunt when he was a journalist in cyprus 37 years ago. she passed it down to her daughter, who wore it for years, and now it's in our family. sweet little relic of history, eh?
also: braid crowns are my new fave at the moment. video tutorial, anyone? warning: many.bobby-pins.needed.