Day Two Hundred Seven, August 17, 2011

the end of a summery day

Do you remember those days of summer when you were so young that worries could never find you? Do you remember your little projects of mud pies, berry picking, swimming, running around barefoot all day long, playing hide and seek, splashing in puddles, making fairy gardens, creating your own ice cream with all sorts of bizarre ingredients and living the moment with no static from the past or future to disturb your peace? I remember these days through watching my child as she and her clothes get stamped with a day fully lived.

By ~mimo~

Photographer, Art searcher, Motion Designer, traveler.

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