When I was a teenager I used to lie on the sands of Lake Kampeska perfecting my tan ... not an easy feat for a blue eyed blonde. My girlfriends and I didn't think about SPF content. We thought about straightening our hair without a Chi. And when the cool guys were going to show up. No cell phones ... no text messages ... things just happened.
I stepped out of my warm white GMC truck to snap this photograph of Lake Kampeska on Wednesday. I wasn't wearing my coat so I wasn't planning on taking long. But the Sun got a hold of me ... and it had every bit of my attention. It wasn't warm ... it was hot. It wasn't St. Tropez ... it was The Prairie. And it wasn't even the 1970's ... it was now. See the World's version of someone else's now at http://www.skyley.blogspot.com