Silly, sunburned, summer kissed small people. The day before, the world had made me tired, sucked me dry, drained me of my want of play and the desire to photograph anything. You asked me, sweetly, if we couldn’t go take a few pictures. I looked at you, looking up at me, and melted a little bit. You started to play. You found more friends, and more silly things to hold onto. It wasn’t a chore for me. I started to play too. I took my cue and found a quiet place , watched you all just be. Every once in awhile I’d ask you to smile, and you indulged me. The real fun though, the honest moments, happened when you were when you just did you. The sun dropped lower, the mosquitoes bit harder. Nothing mattered. Everything outside that moment hushed. Looking back now, I still hear that hush. I still feel that fun. No rules, no one to impress, just little silly moments. Just some fun with silly, sunburned, summer kissed, small people.