photo shot by Amy Flowe Indian Summer
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!
So I am extremely ready for Fall. I want to feel air on my skin. I haven't really gotten my act together as far as creating has gone, but I do share some of my older pieces that I never got around to sharing. I seem to always have a camera in my hand verses scissors and vintage images. I took this shot today while sitting in my yard allowing my dog to run free. It felt good to be out and made me think of late blooming and revival, thus Indian Summers.