When you’re feeling playful, what better place to be than the playground. This park has undergone extensive renovation. It feels like a campground, which makes sense because for the first time ever, there’s a Girl Scout organization established here now. I’ve shot pictures here a couple of times already in different areas, but never really talked about it. It’s always full of people. I can see why though. It's not very big but it's still quite lovely. Family friendly. A great place for children. 

 Somehow, I find myself more interested in shooting so-called “moments” than showcasing the clothes I am wearing. In my mind, it’s not just about the clothes. It’s about creating a scene and instilling a memory; it’s about art (kind of, maybe?). And art is strongly influenced by emotion. It's not always going to be rainbows and butterflies (sometimes I really wish it was). I've come to realize that I can be pretty moody. Is that something I want reflected on my blog for others to see? In the end, this is a personal style blog. These moods and feelings come naturally to me. They are a part of me. And I'd be a silly goat to deny myself this freedom of self expression.

Oh, how lovely it was! I felt like waltzing through the flowers and singing "The Hills are Alive" with arms wide open. Too bad it was incredibly crowded! I'd do it if I was alone - probably. The weather had blessed us with a clear sunny sky, albeit 90 degree temperature. I could say, "It's such a beautiful day," over and over and it still wouldn't be enough. The drafts of gusty wind cooled us down wonderfully. Many times I've had my hat fly off my head and I'd have to chase after it.

 When I arrived in Wichita, Kansas after a five hour long drive from Dallas, Texas in a behemoth 15-seater van, I was slightly disappointed that autumn had not yet settled here either. I was hoping to escape Southern California's scathing heat and fall into another season in Dallas, but that was not to be. So, I set my sights on Wichita, hoping it would grant me my wish. Alas, my whims were denied. I was not going to allow my disappointment to dampen my time in this beautiful city, however. It was much quieter and calmer here, and I discovered that I had really taken a liking to Wichita. I even pondered moving here in the next few years. While Southern California is beginning to look more and more like a desert due to the severe drought, Wichita was a lush green paradise to my sore eyes.