contents of a good summer

one evening last week, the sky was very strange... like a dreamsicle...








but it slowly became less strange...





and the next day, william drank his oatmeal from a coffee mug...











and after that, some days later, he acted like a goofball with his friend, in the burley...


and then they sat around and talked about the summers when they were kids, when they ran around all day long, making trouble, before their mothers would call them in for supper...


and then william played a lament on his ukulele...


and then he played in the pool with his dada...