interlude

I have so many ideas for posts to write, but they all require illustration (i.e. photographs). Photographs which I currently cannot take because I arrive home in darkness and flash is not my friend.

So, for the moment, all I can post are memories of the sun. Memories of this summer, the strangest summer, or season, of my life. Maybe not even memories, more moments, which I barely remember passing. A summer of such intense feelings that they drown insignificant images. And now, these images have become connected to moments, thoughts, emotions and yet at the same time capture such a fleeting second. I can see them for their beauty, and that eases the memories.