I wish you could photograph - - -
the way wild roses smell along a country road
the way a magnolia drops its sweet scent into the breeze
the liquid song of a red winged blackbird amongst the rushes
the melancholy sound of a mourning dove in the early morning hours
the smell of freshly cut grass
the shrieks of kids as they splash into a swimming pool
the smell of chlorine and Coppertone
the stillness just before a summer storm
the wind as it breezes through the leaves of trees.
I wish you could photograph summer.