I’ve got a lot of photographs from the last couple days that I’ll be posting. It has been one of my most genuine summer-feeling summers, albeit a busy one.

Like most kids, I had a radio flyer wagon. My brother and I would take turns dragging each other around in it, often daring the other to take it down The Hill nearby. This usually resulted in a rather robust collection of bruises and scrapes, respected reminders of our war with gravity.

Reading Calvin and Hobbes, even over a decade after it concluded, still brings me back to those muggy days when we eagerly awaited a slight breeze, a cool glass of lemonade, and a neon band-aide.