kids of summer
Childhood and summer. Both joyous and fleeting. I can still feel the heat of sticky summer nights, belly full of pie, legs swollen with bites. The rules don't apply. School’s a distant memory. TV isn’t an option. But there's always an undercurrent of darkness and mystery. The lake, as it sparkles, hints at something menacing beneath. These images evoke those childhood memories: a dreamy, fractured recollection. This collection spans four summers and five bodies of water. The subjects are my own children, my nieces, nephews, and godchildren. They work for freezies and hot dogs.