I’m barely keeping up with this blog these days. I fight for it through late nights and chores left undone. It is one of those things that I am selfish about. It’s for me, and even if the sentences and images are unedited, it’s the little bit of self care that I demand for myself. These images are the post-it-notes and string-around-my-finger attempts to remember the details, so I can move on to the next moments without fear of forgetting the ones that have passed. Pressing the shutter for me is the ability to press pause on a moment. It’s my way of forcing myself to be present when there are a million other things to do.
Summer time is Camp KK time. We share our space and time with several other children, and it is busy, it is chaos, and it is awesomeness. We have been lucky this summer that the weather and bugs have been mild, and we have been able to spend a good part of our day outside. The zip line that James put up has been a huge attraction, but even our old playhouse and sandbox have gotten lots of love. The kids had been playing cat family, they dug up worms, and they played charades. Roland and I walked around and watched, and I chugged coffee and took pictures when he fell asleep and everyone else was actively engaged. Winnie wandered around with her backpack that contained a camera, a dinosaur, and a phone. We went inside when it was time for lunch.