The boys’ swim season has just ended and this year was the first time the youngest participated. As he sat at clerk of the course (don’t ask) preparing for his first event my mother-in-law said, “He looks nervous.” “You think? Why?” “He’s swinging his feet.” I looked closer at his lean frame, his forearms resting lightly on the arms of the chair. He was already wearing his googles, their mirrored lenses gleaming in the sunlight, though he would not need their protection for another five minutes or so. “He’s not nervous. He’s happy.”
He’s pretty much always happy unless his older brothers are being older brothers and even then his bother is brief. He inspires me.
As Megan Arquette has inspired me with her post of an image of Charlotte Perriand (you must) in a moment that is joy personified.
As does Diane Dorrans Saeks who featured Bellamont House in Ireland and its beautiful white walls. I’m having a flirtation with white walls and am fantasizing about their crisp, clean freshness.
Which is why I pulled this spread. No other reason than it confirmed my attraction to green and black and white. And happy. Just scrapbooking and playing connect the dots.
All images Veranda, July/August 2001, photography by Casey Sills.