Today, I had a lovely “last days of summer” day with my children.
We began our day with a rally for women’s rights at the Wisconsin State Capitol. My sweet girl sat in the soft grass and played with her brother and a friend’s daughter, as I worked on my newest photographic project, Portrait of a Feminist.
While I was energized by my work today, I was more amazed at my kids’ supportive presence. Our day was so harmonious.
My son did his goofy faces, and they had spoon races.
But as our day winded down. A sorrow soaked our souls. Our last minutes in the car were filled with three people silently crying as the loss of our sweet summer hit us hard.
A few years ago, my tune would have been different. Now, I sense my children growing older and looking tentatively at their futures as independent beings. It’s bittersweet.