Summer 2013 is the first that I’ve held a Real Person Job, so it doesn’t feel much like a vacation. On my days off,
My little sister Ania looks upon the majestic sight: Kasia, a glass of wine, and glittering shoes.
Victoria and Jadwiga: the bride and her mother
Ania thought that she got drunk off of her Shirley Temple kiddie cocktail. Later, she sobbed from the guilt.
Before the wedding: Classy Mama Ewa and her girls with the sun in our eyes.
Got some sister time at a half-Polish wedding in a mid-Missouri vineyard on a warm June evening;
Jillian turns twenty and I am no longer best friends with a teenager.
Brian and Elliott show their manly-er sides.
weekly cookouts and homemade dinners with friends (not to mention surprise birthday cakes);
Jillian and Elliott are art critics.
Maria and Jillian are not prepared to be shooed out by a mysterious woman with a high-pitched voice who “loves us”
Mary, me, and our multiple attempts to get a photo of ourselves. (I think it turned out all right.)
Dancing to a free Elders Concert.
Carolin’s gilded summer.
Elliott sets the mood.
and First Friday of June spent at the Crossroads Art District in KC, browsing art galleries while searching for bathrooms, dancing at a free concert for The Elders, a semi-famous local Celtic band, rummaging through street vendors, dumpster diving for rejected prints, and catching acrobats whizzing through the air on crowded streets.
Photo credit for cookout and First Fridays goes to the fabulous Mary.