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.