Posy Quarterman Photography
free-spirited family portraits in portland, ore. & worldwide


what our summer memories are made of

bike rides ::  swim lessons  :: blueberries by the pound :: monkey bars (calluses!) :: home made ice cream specialty ice cream grocery store ice cream milkshakes ice cream sandwiches gelato shaved ice :: camping fishing dancing  tree-climbing exploring ::  building cardboard rocket ships bamboo teepees lego castles epic train tracks recycled cameras new friendships ::  afternoons filled with sprinklers and best friends :: playground merry-go-rounds :: new friends :: macklemore journey katy perry daft punk :: sidewalk chalk :: hotel bed jumping :: seattle with pop-pop ::  yard work car washing gardening cleaning fixing with daddy ::  counting new freckles :: saying goodbye to preschool :: stories in the hammock :: bluegrass on a farm :: birthday parties :: dinner on a bamboo covered back patio with beautiful friends :: temporary tattoos neon toenails hair flowers :: instant film digital 35mm and lots of phone pics...   

I’ll be honest, I’m not ready for summer to be over. I’ve got the end-of-summer blues and it’s all I can do to not lie around moping about it. I am clinging to summer, like, well, a scared kindergartner on her first day of school, and BAM there it is. I love summer and I hate to see it go, but it’s really what’s coming that I’m dreading. And it’s coming in three short days. Yes I’m excited for Franny to start kindergarten, yes I know she’ll love it, she’ll thrive, it’s a fun new phase, blah blah blah. You know what else it means? It means we are here. SCHOOL. This is a new chapter in our lives that ends with her going off to college and dammit if typing that didn’t just start the waterworks again. I didn't expect to take it this hard;  it's a good thing, a milestone, it's exactly what we're supposed to be doing, but I'm gonna need a mother-lovin' unicorn to fly me out of that school on Monday morning because I'M NOT READY. But she is, and this isn't about me, so here we go...

xo, PQ