I used to rush through summer. I was never really a summer kid. My artistic sensibilities meant I spent a lot of time indoors drawing and dreaming up new worlds, creating landscapes with the blankets on my bed for my toy dinosaurs to roam. It was incidental that the sun was shining and the birds chirping. I really didn't care that much. As I age, though, I find myself more drawn to the summer season, the intensity of the light, the warmth of the sun and especially the amazing virtues of nature, which just jump out all over the place in the summer.
My parents have a place in rural Ontario - a cabin in the woods next to a calm, quiet lake that has the cleanest water you could imagine. All around it are tall trees and woodlands. It's a Canadian dream made real. We've been building most of it ourselves, under the guidance of my father, who has worked tirelessly to build this place, step by step by step. It's not finished yet. We have a bit more to do, but the process is enjoyable. (It makes a real difference when you build something yourself, when you can see and feel how it all comes together.)
Below are some summer photos I've taken at the cottage in the summer. Hopefully you'll feel as nostalgic for those long days, sweet scents and beautiful scenes as I do.
My mom's red clogs by the water. A glorious sunset on the lake.
No electricity yet means lighting with candles, like this collection in a galvanized tub.
My dad putting some finishing touches on the porch.
My Nana enjoys a crossword puzzle on the porch.My mom enjoys a swim.
A mossy carpet on the boulders near the lakeside.
An inviting vista. This is where we enter the lake to swim.
Sunlight through translucent leaves is a summer wonder.
My parents' dog, Molly. Sweet as can be!