"Then followed that beautiful season...summer....filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new....created in all the freshness of childhood". -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My favorite childhood memory of summertime was hanging out at our camp at Okara Lakes (photo above) Yes, the Indians named it. We'd go swimming in the lake, fish off the dock, take the row boat out on the lake and drop anchor, and watch our mom swim the entire length of the lake. She was our hero. Dad was too, he built the camp. We had large black tire tubes that we floated on. Our grandparents would visit with their Shasta trailer (now vintage), and we picked berries and made pies. The neighbor's camp had tennis courts. We played all day, built forts, climbed trees and were occasionally rewarded with a glass bottle of soda that we retrieved from the freezing cold ice chest. 
No filter neeed, just downloaded these pictures from the weekend. I remember when I would take photos as a teen, hope for the best, send the film away for processing. It's so much easier today, and sometimes I don't bother to edit. All photos were taken at our camp or just down the road where they offer miniature golf and a walking path.
Thanks for stopping by!
xo
Deb
That place♥I was just talking about taking pics and having them developed..Great memories Debbie..and that Queen Ann's lace with her offspring;);)
ReplyDeleteLove it all, Debbie. You're right - no filter needed!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos Debbie! What a wonderful place!!
ReplyDeleteJenna
What an idyllic childhood you had, Debbie, and really, it never stopped because you’re still enjoying your camp and lake. I loved reading this post and seeing your pictures. No wonder you love going there as is often as possible.
ReplyDeleteWhat great memories and now you're continuing the tradition. How wonderful! Life is good and so are your pics :)
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