Summer of '69

I was SO looking forward to this summer.

I took a new job, I had more vacation, I didn't HAVE to work camps, I could ACTUALLY vacate NJ and relax. Before the summer started, I vowed to take more pictures. I wanted to photograph my life, remember things, share my freedom. As I sit on my couch, realizing my summer only has a mere 14 days left in it, I lament the optimism of my pre-summer self. I realize my only vacation, as has been the case for years before this one, was to our National Convention in June. There are only so many pictures you can take of your cats and your living room before people get bored. The occasional trip to the grocery store, or the bank before coming back home to nap don't constitute "freedom".

I long for a summer, like the one I pictured in May and there is sadness and grief - honest-to-goodness palpable grief - for the summer I imagined.

"And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone" -Song by Bryan Adams