No, not what you think. Susan Sontag’s legendary essay will stand unamended by this wee filing, which is instead a stolen out-breath following the close of our girlie’s first summer camp. [And yes, another weekend went by without a photo posting; it was preceded by another week in which the S.S. LD continued to rock around in frothy waters. Â Which is to say that adequate space and time in which to do this here remains juuuuust out of reach, even as I see the where and when of its return on the horizon. Thanks for sticking around during this wet/dry time.]
Ã€ la Sontag’s camp notes, I’ll number these. Probably won’t get to 58, though. Which of course is good for both of us.
1. Girlie’s camp was FANTASTIC; she was a zealous fanatic about it within about a half a week.
2. They didn’t tell me she was going to grow up some more during it, though. Such as, during an overnight sleepover.
3. No, I didn’t position myself behind a moveable bush outside where she was sleeping. Though I threatened to.