Cape Cod memories....

We walked down to the beach...

family, that I hadn't had the chance to see in years...

talking, laughing, remembering....

shoes shed, rocks and shells gathered...

capturing images here and there..

fun...

My feet, swollen from 2 days sitting in a car,

the water felt so good,

cool, startlingly crisp...

rocks felt like God's massaging thumbs...

The smell brought back summers with my grandparents

at a home only a matter of a few miles away...

Too sad to visit...

not ready to see the house transformed into

someone else's home.

Why do memories mean more as we age....

are they really more important?

Or do we begin to sense that there may

be only a few more coming...

Is this morbid?
I don't think so...

I think I am only beginning

to realize how blessed

I am.

Necessary actions....

Today, tired and worn out from the long ride home...

I sit here knee deep in Photoshop....

I couldn't resist taking an image of everything I saw on

Cape Cod....

So, as a result, I will be sitting in this chair till the leaves turn...

or longer..

Just like doing the dishes..

it is a necessary thing.

My butt is sore from 2000+ miles of driving....

and while my desk chair is comfy...

I expect that my big ol' butt will be flattened to

a strange "wedge" very soon.

But

at the same time

I am loving the images....

Smiles.