Summer Times
One of the things that often strikes me is the cost of growing up. We move from a child's simplicity to an adult who is full of stress, strain, and the burden of too much information. From relaxed summer days of fun and few cares to gripes about heat and humidity, the endlessness of yard work, and the ever present journeys to and from our 'real' jobs. As another summer unfolds in the Northern Hemisphere, allow me to journey back in time to a few fond memories of summers many years ago. Perhaps it is the lack of adult work loads and stress that makes these memories stand out and seem so pleasant. I haven't always been an avid photographer. My real love for the hobby started in high school, but my first pictures come from the summer of 1990. As with many summers through the mid 90s, I spent a couple of weeks in Lafayette, IN with my grandparents. That summer an old Brownie camera was unearthed and film scrounged from a local photography sh...