Consequence of Sounds

all this hippie shit's for the sixties


-regina spektor



[boom boom pow]


summer camp's a funny thing.
within hours of meeting these children, you have them divided by colors, decked out in war paint (either red or blue), chanting, strategizing, and racing through pricker bushes to find a flag.
then you come to know them deeply, so much so that by the end of the week they are not the same child you met on sunday, but instead they have many layers of personality and depth.
i didn't know this kid on sunday, i just snapped his picture. after swim lessons for a week with me, he's a mini michael phelps (who has a minor fear of jumping in deep water...).
this week shall forever more be known as the week of homesickness/bodily fluids.
so much vomit. so many tears. so much growth.
i love camp.