Time is relative.
When you’re young, time seems to last an eternity. Some say time seems longer through the eyes of a child because summer to a 5-year-old represents a much larger portion of the known existence at that point. Irrespective of our relativistic ontological subjectivity, our memories are all that we have of our 5-year-old selves.
To me, summer in 1976 seemed to last an eternity. Long hot days dragged on for 18 hours at a time (or so it seemed). It sure was a different time.
In memory of this, I wanted to somehow recapture that long summer feeling again. So, on the longest day of the year (summer solstice) I planned to be out for every minute of this super long summer experience — from the crack of dawn to sunset.
Here are a few images of the longest day of 2016:
On “Bay Hill” I was able to capture the sun just pulling up behind the Old Town Hall — clock showing 5:25.
While everyone at home was still asleep, I rode over to Bob’s to pick up some breakfast treats — had to use the trike as it could be steered with one hand.
Once home, I enjoyed the majority of the day under the now fully functional tree canopy over the deck. Bit of work, then some reading — anything to keep me outdoors.
As the day came to a close, I paid a visit to Andy’s old place at the end of Malcolm. Sun just about to hide behind the hill, I was able to capture the long shadows reaching over the water.
For sure, this summer day was long. However, I think as a child summer was more of an experience — mostly because everything was bigger than you were, and I was OK with summer being that big, for sure.
Ken Charron
