Summer Loungers Prints

The Boys of Indian Summer

Paris in Summer - View of a Boulevard

'Not that net!'

Honey remember what I said about feeding the birds.

Two fishermen land on stumps. Man says to other, 'Is that enough structure for ya?!'

Businessman in suit on beach with financial report and eyes cut out viewing impending storm.

The Old Lady Bobbing-Around-In-The-Ocean Classic.

"Summer Reading Group"

Lighthouse Hammock.

Soccer games took on a whole new meaning for the parents of Hillsdale Youth Soccer.

'I prefer to do absolutely nothing on holiday....otherwise the shock's too much when I get back.'

Baby it's cold outside.

"This will look great on our bedroom wall."

Sunday morning provides a time to contemplate the state of our souls. Or soles, as the case may be.

"What am I doing? Just sitting here binge binging."

Sooners! Opening day of fishing.

'Ask me about my portfolio.'

"I'll bet a lot of people wish they had a royal palace to return to."

"Delivery."

Gone to seed.

"Chill, Paul. I'm on staycation."

"Sorry Honey, I'll be about thirty years late for dinner tonight."

'I've still got the fire in my belly, but for the next two weeks I'm solar powered.'

"Honey, you're not working on your computer? You're taking this vacation thing a little too far, aren't you?"

"Take us to your feeder."

Weekend paper with an index to the supplements it contains.

"Stanley, we're into the summer doldrums again, aren't we?"

Tree's Tree Nursery. I'm off work. Let's catch some rays! You already have a great tan from your job! You don't need to go sunbathing. Oh, yes I do!

And as the sun sets over the hills...

I guess I just assumed we'd skip Take your child to work day this year. Chips.

'Have a nice day, dear. . . no need to get up and make coffee.'

"I'd invite you back to the house for a glass of iced tea, but I'm afraid our kitchen isn't kosher."

'Remember, honey, we're in Mexico, not Europe.'

'Have you stopped striving yet?'

'It's Saturday, and it's my God given right to lie around, star at the clouds, daydream about the new guy in my class. . .'