For the first time in fifteen years, I am having a summer vacation. Like the analog kind I remember from the 1980’s and early 90’s, pre- summer jobs. Hence the infrequent posts. The heat has turned off my ability to think clearly and I find myself wanting to read other’s words (books!!) rather than write my own.
Pools, oceans, tents, hikes, streams, hammocks, books, gardens…
Zucchini in the spiralizer, steamed lightly with tomatoes, basil, pine nuts and roasted chicken. Smoothies blended with chard from the garden, peaches, and ice.
Two weeks on Cape Cod, living out the summer of my daydreams. Ponds, rope swings, bike paths, and ice cream. Surfer’s crowd each other as rare summer waves make an appearance on a Friday evening in Rhode Island. Thai food eaten in a VW bus in the parking lot at sunset.
Small wooden sailboats in a harbor, near Woods Hole, MA. I love them.
I’m home now. Late summer is upon us. Two weeks until school begins, though that feels exceedingly early. It’s hot and muggy in the desert. The monsoons are here. No plans to travel this fall, at least not far. Routine and rhythm kick back in. Jobs call. Vintage clothing to be photographed and sold. The occasional film set beckons.
It’s been a sweet summer dream. And now a new one begins.
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