Saturday, June 28, 2008


She looked more like an illustration than real girl. Her hair in braids, backward baseball cap, chucks that matched her bike, and a shaved ice that was the same color blue, sitting in her bike basket. I was riding behind my middle kitten on my bike and in the bright sunlight she looked like a page out of a book. Summer seems like that sometimes. It's a brightly colored story. When I go to a kitten softball game I feel very Rockwell-esque. When we're rock'n out to...rockband or eating mexican food after a swim or enjoying a party in the backyard or watering the garden...I feel like I'm living in a story. When I feel my bare feet on the tile in my studio, I feel that summer feeling too. This is the time to live that story, to take in everything that it sweet and warm and fresh and full.
Posted by Picasa


Deanna said...

Ahhh...summer. I live for summer.

I've said this before, but your writing is so beautiful!

Laura A said...

beautiful images!

Cassandra Barney said...

ah thanks...that's so nice!


Related Posts with Thumbnails