A few of my favorite things

My family loving each other and the beach as much as I do.......


My grandson being as fascinated by the water, waves, sand and shells as I am....

His hands

And feet

Beach grasses against the blue coast sky....




Shells, especially those that have been worn away by the sea and the salt...



Delicate shells that maintain their perfection despite impossible odds.......


When we arrive at the beach I ask my children, "and where did you get your love of the beach?" And they say, "from my mom." Then I ask, "and where did I get my love of the beach?" And they reply, "from Pappa." Soon I'll be able to ask Kellan the same questions. This trip he learned to say the word "beeeeaaaccchhh!"

What's Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea?

whether at dusk and in fog...

in the soft and early sunlight

in vivid twilight hues

in shades of emerald

indigo

blue bell

or azure

there's Rich and me....

The first photos were mine, the last was Brandi's

Thanksgiving at the Beach

My mother used to let me take time off from high school, for what she called "mental health days" to go to the beach when I was blue, overwhelmed or discouraged. Consequently, the beach, almost any beach, is my most potent elixir of joyousness.

To you, the viewer, these pictures below may seem overly-photoshopped, psychedelically colored, amateurish, and kitschish. But, in my mind's eye the beach looks just like this and is pure heaven. The only thing that rates better than being at the beach, is being with my family.

So, imagine my barely contained exuberation at the anticipation of spending this Thanksgiving at the beach with my family.

I am one thankful human. I hope you are too.

These are Rich's beautiful pictures that I overly-Photoshopped.....