Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
After so many miles (1,853 in two weeks), I am so glad to be home. There's been a lot of nesting, swimming and summertime lazing around here. Lots of computer time, too, I must admit, editing all my vakay pics. The more I shoot, the more I grasp what it is I don't know, but also, the more I compose my pictures, rather than firing away, hoping for a catch.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Guess what? It was all just fine. Good experience for all of us. Nice to have a break from cooking, cleaning and most of all, breaking up fights. Also, we dropped them in New Hampshire, and kept driving to Maine. So odd to vacation as a small pod of three instead of our tornado of five.
Maine really was "all that" but one magical night stands out. Thanks to Facebook, we met a friend of mine who moved to Maine in seventh grade whom I hadn't seen since. She took us for lobster at Chauncey Creek, in Kittery, Maine, a lobster pound where the locals go, and we reconnected after 30 years, like it was yesterday. She looked so much the same, and of course, so different. Her parents moved from dense suburban Philly to a house at the end of a mile-long dirt road in rural Maine just after sixth grade. Our lives diverged there, but for a brief moment, we intersected again and there I was, eleven again. In a good way.