this weekend's slight summer rain and the one forthcoming brought the most perfectly cool breeze to our morning walk. we crept along, noticing new details. next door, an awkward tree with five tangled arms sprouted cartoonish tufts of leaves. we strolled along...
counting as we went...
following the blaring train whistle which momentarily deafened our ears...
past the fire station, uniforms hanging in wait...flags swaying...
and ducked through my absolute favorite piece of kingston springs. this canopy of trees: a moss-covered subway station filled with an eager wind and blinding circles of light swirling in holes overhead...
ladies in lace-hemmed dresses danced along the edge of the road...
with echoes of kids bouncing basketballs on thick pavement. eli's love of swings...
and home again.
6 comments:
I want to move to your lovely town! I like how this new setting has made you spring forth in your writing. It's beautiful.
And I sure hope you snatched up that lovely old watering can!
you should write a book!
above from megan weigel
these pictures are going to mean SO much to eli. my favorite pictures that i still pour over are the ones that my dad took of the little things around our house growing up.
Lovely, lovely photos, and I second the you-writing-a-book idea.
yes, i don't know which is more beautiful and more poetic, the writing or the pictures. If you do write a book, surely you must include snapshots.
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