I was 14 years old. It was a warm early summer day. I sat at a table in my next door neighbor’s backyard. We were in our 4-H painting class. I remember our little art lesson… (well, it was kind of like Charlie Brown- that teacher… waa-wahh-wahh) I was too distracted. Laundry was hanging on the line to dry, the sound of water from an old moss-covered fountain, the old gazebo with its white paint chipping away, and the grape vines that covered the old fence that bordered my yard from my neighbor’s. I remember watching my best friend start painting on her canvas. And I sat there. Wanting to paint the sunshine.
It wasnt until recently that I learned to capture what inspired me. I still cant paint,(well… come on, stick people are pretty cool right??) and I still get distracted on warm summer days. But I am finally becoming me. And being me feels pretty good. 
Some from the summertime. Ohhh how I love summer. 
