Every year is the same. I ask myself: “Where has the summer gone?” and I have to look at the photos and memories to remind myself that it has, indeed, been full.
I love these Long Island moments. The wet, foggy walk at Montauk, Paul Simon soundtrack, the green, the hot, the Bellport mornings, the late nights and dancing in the dark.
5x8ft oil on canvas
Team camo. I’m hunting for rabbits. Run rabbit run. XO
Spent a few days driving across the sprawling and strange western states. From the headlands of northern California to the salt flats of Utah and the grasslands of Wyoming.
little bit’a thunder, little bit’a liiyiyiyiiightning
11pm friday nite