I spent today driving to Virginia to drop Veruca off with my In Laws. We're skipping town tomorrow and visiting Maine for the first time. I don't even know that much about it except a friend went like a year ago and her photos were beautiful. That's really all it takes for me. Beautiful photos. Sold.
I don't care about hanging out on a beach. I don't even think I've ever taken a beach vacation. We couldn't afford Panama City Beach like everyone else when I was in school and I don't know how to swim. I didn't even see the ocean until I went to college and my mostly Irish skin can't take it anyway. So, vacation to the Pacific Northwest or a place like Maine where we need to take a pair of jeans in August, I'm good with that.
When we go on family vacations I like to take photos of the kids. I do family portraits as well. We wear something similar and in my world, it's either black or white. I'm leaning towards black this year but I'm bringing white as a back up. I guess I'll wait and see what moves me when I get there. As long as River wears her new combat boots, I don't really care.
The car is packed, and I plan to leave before the sun even attempts its first yawn so I'm all about turning in early after an emotional day of questions unanswered and worry for a friend I adore. Hoping he comes back into the fold and doesn't believe his press.I'm also bummed because no more Manchester United...BOO!
So, here I am today, getting ready for a 11 hour car trip with my family. I like this photo because I think I look like a corpse.
"I like knowing about you," he said.
Huh, that's new.