I grew up in the Northeast – Long Island, NY to be specific, in the 60’s and 70’s, before air conditioning was derigueur. Summertime was a season, yeah, it was hot, but for a school kid, it spelled freedom, and I would take the heat over school any day. Moving to Florida as an adult, the feeling of Summertime faded, but boy, go back home in the summer, and there is something very special about summer in New York. People flock to the beach, for a dose of peace, sand and salt, because there, Summertime is precious. It lasts a few months at best, and to be able to actually swim in the ocean, well, those days are quite scarce, even for those hardy bodies and souls who swim from Memorial Day to Labor Day. In South Florida, we have glorious beaches, and glorious weather, where the number of swimmable days is inverse to the number in New York, and yet somehow – I never seem to feel the energy of lust of Summertime down here, as I do in New York.
This collection of photographs is an ode to Summertime – getting chores done early, packing up the snacks, and heading to the beach. If it’s a particularly fortunate day, maybe even staying on the beach late in the day as people pack up, and the crowd thins, listening to the sound of summer, as it begins to fade into the quiet of sunset, munching on a Chips Ahoy, which is warm and gooey on the inside, just like me, after a day of heaven on earth, after a day of SUMMERTIME.
– Mary Schilpp