I have always been taken with images of childhood. I was a reader and loved The Secret Garden, Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, and the Little House series. In these books, you were only rewarded with an illustration every 20 or 30 pages – and I would study them. Those images became my definition of childhood – beautiful greenery, flowering trees, and open fields. I was also enamored with the round faces of Eloise Wilkins’ Golden Books illustrations, and as a teenager discovered the colorful world Mary Engelbreit. Lately, it is the artist Jessie Wilcox Smith that has my heart.
On the fall day that these images were taken, my youngest had just turned four. I’m sure that I had those illustrators in my subconscious, as I wanted to capture that feel of a classic moment in childhood.
(I also managed to capture the sad face when the afternoon was over and it was time to go home for dinner.)
“Childhood is the most beautiful of all of life’s seasons” -Unknown