“Before summer passes us by so fast again,
Before I miss the sun,
Before fireworks become dust
And the creases of my hands
wrap around gloves and breath blown into them,
Summer, stay awhile.
You slowly make way to me,
Then dance fast and far away–
Leaving me with stories of late nights
and water-bound wisdom.”
— E.C.
There is a a certain sweet, adventurous spirit in Florida during the summer. A spirit that is free and inspired. We put aside a day at the beach to capture the mood and came up with some
tropic/mod/but kinda retro photos..
E N J O Y!
May your summer days be captivating and uniquely yours.
XO,
E.C.
elizabeth consecrated 