The good old summertime
Bev asked a dangerous question…what did we do with the summers of our youth? i spent mine at a variety of summer camps for brainy and creative kids.
the painting is not mine, i’m afraid. it’s a paul mccartney print, cut apart and pieced back together a bit wrong. the transparent text is from an old letter.
bev also asked us to make a tag with a recent photo, separate from the book. an excuse to break out my adorable instax camera, then!
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