A month ago, “Play” turned 8 years old. If my blog was a kid, it would be in 3rd grade. Someday I will get those first five years up on the new wordpress platform, oh so quietly, if only for posterity’s sake.
Much has happened and many photographs have been taken in the past several months. I have a slew of posts about Northern, lazy late summer days swimming in pristine lakes, birthday parties, gorgeous hikes along mountainous trails and artful adventures in New York City. Hold tight.
Here, then, are the short stories of late summer and early autumn. Like all good short stories, context is fleeting and often meaningless.
