218/365
2:37pm
Jack quickly realized that this guy here dominates the green space and soccer ball with his Fancy Footwork, can meticulously and deftly build a first-rate Lego whatchamacallit with Patience and Heart, can laugh Deeply and Genuinely, and engage with the Love and Trustiness (dude, it's a *real* word) of a superbly awesome Five Star Uncle.
217/365
3:09pm
Over the years my mom has collected these from her lush, rolling expanse of a yard, which were delivered by golfers' errant swings. Surely, they were additionally stamped with an appropriate curse word at the moment of Club-To-Ball contact. They jumble together in a large copper bowl on her veranda, equal parts decoration, convenience, and recycling.
216/365
9:37am
It's not supposed to be eerie, but I suppose the stark contrast and harsh light in B/W is less than friendly.
215/365
4:02pm
Until I must concede the official beginning of autumn, I am savoring these last remaining golden morsels of summer.
"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language."- Henry James
214/365
4:00pm
How does this happen? Seriously. Not questioning nature here, just wondering how one could be perfectly ripe and ready and the one sharing the same lifeline is Not Even Close.
213/365
Several moments between 7:00-9:00am
I suppose I've been putting this off for a couple days because I don't think I can do it justice. Sending my child to kindergarten felt monumental, and it was important for me to be fully present. Being present = Not Behind the Lens. So, my shots are only so-so, my words here are only so-so, but my heart, oh my heart, is full and light and happy like a yellow balloon dotting an azure sky.
As we transitioned to kindergarten and preschool from relaxed summer living over the last several weeks, we were all business: buying supplies, making phone calls, meeting with the nurse and teachers, packing the backpack. Crossing things off The List. Check. Check. Check. That emotion-free approach forced the little yellow balloon to remain properly unaffected and captured, tucked safely away in the cavity of my chest. But seeing Jack walk in line with his class and give a little smile released the happiness. Seeing Charlie not even care I was in his classroom with him released the happiness. Such big boys, going out in the world.
And if you happen to see a yellow balloon all full and light and happy, that's me....ready to burst with pride.
212/365
1:59pm
Climbing up the curvy playground ladder. Steady. Steady. Steady. The tongue is clearly a built-in balance feature.
