Summer is almost over and autumn is near. As a kid, that’s the kind of “glass is half empty” perspective I had once July came to an end and just a few weeks remained of summer vacation. For the most part, I enjoyed my earliest summers in L.A. Barefoot, pool-hopping, munching on a slice of slippery pizza, making some fast cash after washing a neighbor’s car or mowing a lawn for a couple of bucks.
It was freedom with a capital F and there were almost no boundaries of where to go, what to do and who to hang out with. And as long as I wasn’t home too early, my mother would be fast asleep by the time I snuck into to my bedroom.
Today, I see the end of summer as somewhat of a relief. Don’t get me wrong, I fully embrace the few summer months we get up here in northern Europe. But my ongoing projects are more or less in a lull once the year’s most sociable season kicks in. Not that I don’t work on them, just not nearly as much as when the weather is less hospitable and our social calendar is less full.
I love this image (captured in Vejbystrand) as it reminds me so much of the forthcoming fall.