In my book, June 1st has always been the first day of summer...
As a child, it meant just a few more torturous days in school before Summer Vacation.
You see, our schools were built with winter heating in mind - keeping the cold outside and the heat inside. The first few hot, muggy days of June were slow to pass as teachers brought in loud fans and frequent ice cream treats. Sitting in a superheated brick classroom was the last thing anyone wanted to do - teachers and students alike. Instead, lesson plans would embrace any excuse to get us outside and running in the breeze.
June 1st was unofficial start of summer vacation...
No more homework, no more quizzes, and no code of conduct was taken too seriously.
You could feel the idea in the air - 'Only a few more days until we're free'.
What does this day mean to me as an adult?
I'm not quite sure, but it's still my favorite day of the year.
Even in a land of perpetual summer I still feel a glimmer of that youthful excitement.
...another outtake from a recent shoot on Grand Anse Beach.
Grand Anse, Grenada