… and an invitation for you to follow my ass on Instagram here. (Hence the Insta-grid snapshots.) My Twitter account needs to go if the current management is going to remain, and Instagram may be the social media fix I need to fill that void.
As with spring, summer begins in not-so-fine roller-coaster fashion, but right at the moment of this writing it is sunny (following several spells of rain, sometimes hard, sometimes light) so I’m focusing on the light when it’s here, and presenting this initial recap of summer in positive form.
As Norma Desmond once rightly proclaimed: “I can say anything I want my eyes!” In this instance my eyes said STFU.
Speaking of Norma Desmond, her original incarnation played a glorious part in this caftan-centric post.
A bohemian summer begins with some skinny dipping.
Scattering summer wishes to the wind.
The second night of summer is sometimes more magnificent than the first.
The marvelous mandevilla, appreciated at long last.
Pride still matters, and likely will for the rest of my lifetime.
My old-school summer playlist goes way back. (This shit used to go on cassette tapes!)
Where water and sun collide, even if it’s just in the mind.
A Sunday night post by candlelight.
Dazzlers of the Day included Chad Putman, Zane Phillips, Brian Buzzini and Samantha Parker.
PS – Follow me on Instagram. (Take a chance! Be a woman!)
