In the winter, I long for summer. And in the summer...well, I don't exactly wish it was winter but at nine months pregnant, in the city with weather that won't quit, I just close my eyes and imagine a cold wind on my face.
I only have 11 days until my due date and last night, while my husband watched the Lakers I scrolled through my archives on my computer and found these photographs that I shot, while pregnant, in the dead of last winter at the beach in East Hampton. It was indeed freezing but I loved it. We were the only people there and the only sounds were the small, crashing waves and soft sound of the snow blowing on the surface of the wet sand.
Now it's summer and I'm so excited to enjoy the warm weather with my girl when she finally arrives. But, in the meantime, it's definitely winter somewhere.