The Boys of summer

Here is The Boy hanging out in the back yard with his best buddy as they dig into their summer reading:




This is what summer looks like to me, the summer of my youth. I remember playing with the kids in the neighborhood - nothing planned, nothing organized - we'd just go outside and find each other and engage in some unstructured activity, as frivolous as it was fantastic. I didn't think that kind of experience existed anymore, but every day I bike home through the neighborhood past pick-up basketball games on the street, chalk-drawn hop scotch boards on the sidewalks, naked babies running through sprinklers. It's a crazy-beautiful, Norman-Rockwell-painting kind of a place, drawn to include families with two mommies.