I’ve been poring over these family photos lately.
There’s lots to say about them, but for now I couldn’t help but to share them as a little celebration of Brooklyn in the summertime.
I wouldn’t mind a summer filled with watering cans and floppy hats, oversized hair bows and dropped waist dresses. Add in a hydrangea bush with blossoms the size of a horse’s head and I’d likely keel over from the delight of it all.
Brooklyn, you looked mighty fine in 1911. Aunt Ruth, you were pretty cute, too.