Yesterday, a friend of mine and I decided to spend the afternoon together. We went to the lake, ate delicious food, had some genuine conversation and shared laughs. We went on a bike trail around town. As we went from trail to trail I experienced nostalgia as he painted his Calvin and Hobbes like childhood before me in passing his old house, yard, tree forts, hideaways and trails marked with story after story. As we headed back home, we passed a collection of trees and to our surprise it was completely covered with cotton. Layers upon layers of cotton spread out like a thick white blanket over the earth, the wind gently lifting tiny clouds into the air around us as we walked into this fantastic copse of white-dusted trees. We ran home to grab a camera and capture what we could before the wind would take it elsewhere. We took a handfull of photos and our clothes ended up covered in white. As we walked back I told him that I needed to put this up on my blog as I was asked the day prior to make a few more personal posts. He told me it needed a suitable name, this set of photos. Something that captured the essence of it all, so we called it the summer snow.