beach fish shacks, 5.7
Fish shacks along the beach in New Hampshire. I wish I lived in one of these. They just feel romantic.
beach day, 6.21
Spying the water from shore, Nantasket Beach, Hull.
pass at own risk, 4.30
esteban contemplates passing off into the bluffs, rockport. iphone shadow indicates he’s working hard to get this shot.
Beach shadows; with esteban.
night beaching, 8.23
Steven and I have spent a lot of time this summer on the beach at night; particularly under the path of planes headed in and out of Logan at Winthrop Beach, where we snapped this photo of my feet and shadow on Tuesday night. I’ll miss these when the weather turns…
venice beach, 7.1
A few weeks back, I was in Los Angeles for a work trip and spent any free moment I had walking Venice Beach, dipping into the Pacific, and generally obsessing over how I might be able to parlay a beach bum career. Or, at least to travel more.
beach crochet, 6.21
r.r. has been asking me to teach her the basics of crochet for a few weeks and I finally got the opportunity to get her started at Good Harbor Beach in Gloucester on Tuesday (though she’s an artist and crafter who by nature, doesn’t really need help in this arena…). Celebration, you know, on the…
Sands of time…
With all this constant rain in Boston, it’s pretty simple to wish for mere days ago, when I was sopping up sunny skies, sand, mojitos, and copious amounts of delicious crab. Here are a few of the delicious snaps of the consuming that went on. From top left to right: Lump Stone Crab with mustard…