Winter Escapes

A cold winter evening spent on the beach because even winter in California is worthy of such happenings. Riding bikes, chasing ducks, bbq-ing and eating too many s’mores, throwing sand, and lots of make believe with sticks.

These days go by so fast and so many of them I spend willing to get to bedtime, for reprieve and the sound of silence, only to in turn feel guilty about that because it all is going so fast. I look at these photos and I see a baby that will always be a baby in my eyes but is really anything but. And two boys, in full blown kid-mode; only remnants of their sweet baby faces.

Time, it’s a real bitch.

Arizona

This space feels all but forgotten but it’s not for lack of photos or stuff to share; rather, the lack of desire. I’m too much in the thick of it to get to the root of that feeling and I don’t really care to figure it out. Plain and simply not motivated to share. But, I do want to keep this space going for my boys. Have had thoughts of making it private but I don’t really care who reads or sees any of this so I’m not sure where that urge stems from. In any event, I’m hoping to play catch up here in the next week or so. I still have images from Montana that I truthfully think I’ve put off sharing for fear of burying them; they’re some of my favorites and I hate posting on top of favorites.

In any event, these images are from our time spent up in the mountains of Arizona, in a small, sleepy ghost town. A trip that was initially planned for the Christmas holiday but rescheduled due to puking. It’s been a long winter of illness… we’re all ready to welcome spring.