My mother, father and I went to see one of my grandmothers today.
I decided to try taking pictures out the car window as we drove through the valley (we took some side roads, my family's favorite kind).
We went for a picnic down at the harbor. A lot of our lives were spent here. It would be fair to say that a lot of my childhood summers were spent as a deck hand.
Sometimes when my parents were working on the boat and I wanted to escape my brothers I would take the row boat and a book and go drift under the docks reading. The harbor has changed a lot since my childhood and this wouldn't be possible today.
From the other side of the bay looking out into the islands.
My childhood shaped and inspired who I am quite a bit. I think, for good or bad, this is true for most of us. Today, for me, it felt good.