Thank you for the good times. The times with friends, the times to be carefree, the times to create. Thank you for the memories.
we sat around the fire.
we made art.
we took way too many self portraits and other pictures.
Oh Summer, it's been swell. I wish you could stay forever, but all good things must come to an end. I hope that when you return in the 09 you can bring me as much happiness and as many memories as you have this year. Bye for now. It was good while it lasted.
PS michael phelps is a freakin machine. there is no way he is human.