As a child, I spent my summers at sleep away camp. Summer camp is a foreign idea to many, but in the suburbs of NYC, it was pretty much the norm, and I cherished it. My "camp friends" were the best, and we shared our deepest and most sacred secrets. We forged friendships that have lasted a lifetime.
This feeling of comfort and rusticity always brings me back, time freezes and life is simpler.
These are the objects I found this past Memorial Day weekend at yard sales and flea markets near Bethel, NY. I don't know if it is just coincidence that they feel like camp or it is simply the natural order of things for me. 'The unofficial summer" season has begun and I drift back to those outdoor days and the rustic comfort it has always provided for me.