Dandelion Wine

I read a book this past summer by Ray Bradbury entitled Dandelion Wine. It's the quintessential summer book. Leaves fleeting feelings. The reason for the title is all summer the grandfather makes and stores dandelion wine, and then all through the year everyone sips it and get a taste of summer. Photos are my dandelion wine. I look at these now and I feel a lot of familiar feelings. These particular pictures are all disposables, and are all from Poland, save for the underwater ones. If anyone sees these I hope it reminds them of the beauty of summer, too.

 I want to say something self-deprecating here BUT I WON'T

We obviously had a lot of fun. Now I can go cry about it.