When I think about summer, I paint a sultry scene where Vampire Weekend serenades the beach folks with their collegiate strumming of summertime drinks and summer romances. I imagine burying my toes in the sand as I lounge under the umbrella with a cold drink and a delightful read.
My escapism is soon butchered by realism: I not supposed to be in the sun. The sun aggravates things. Such a sad, sad rain on my parade. Luckily, I still have pictures of my day dream get aways, my vacation away from the hectic projects and sleepless nights. I enjoy at least looking at where I want to be, which may not be as great as actually being there BUT I’m sure I can dream up an adventure from my part of the globe.
Peace, Love, & Photographs!
Ari
