This was from the holiday season, 2024.
A deflated deer on the driveway.
Chalk hopscotch still fresh from the afternoon.
The light was raking across it all, low, soft, end-of-day kind of light.
I love that this could’ve been taken in another decade.
There’s something about it, the colors, the quiet, the leftovers of play that feels like a memory, even if it’s not your own.
