So I started with the photo that is my wallpaper on the desktop- because it always makes me calmer. Maybe it's not that it's a happy place so much as a place that makes me feel calm and peaceful and happy. I admit that I have a thing for the element of water though. In any case, I hope I can share some small measure of the peace or happiness these pictures bring me with them. With little further narrative then.
The camp in Maine:
Daytime from the porch.
Sunset from the same porch. We measure how high the lake is by where it falls on the big rock out front.
My husband's favorite picture is also at the lake, but it's him driving the kids around in Boat.
Our dog, Wilson, doesn't understand why we don't live here where we could swim any time we wanted.
This one makes me laugh because of the memory of him trying to get up onto that raft. I've seen footage of manatees that looked more graceful and perhaps even more svelte. He couldn't heft himself up there in the end if you were wondering.
I didn't take these next pictures- my father did the same summer as the camp pictures above. But I thought of George's son Popcorn and wondered if he likes trains as much as Emerson does. And then I decided to add them just in case he did. These are of the train that goes up Mount Washington in New Hampshire. The lake pictures that follow are just pictures of the White Mountains in New Hampshire if I had to guess- but my dad took them, so I'm not sure.
While looking for pictures, I found a series of shots Emerson took with his big brother's camera. I imagine he was going for a shot of the upside alarm clock- but I totally love it for the foot and it's chubby stubby toes.
He took this blurry one of me. This one doesn't make me happy so much as I figured George might like to see who was wishing her happy thoughts.
I don't know what has him so excited in this picture, but I had never seen it until this morning and it most certainly made me laugh.
And then to round out the oddball collection, Rich and I just got back from a weekend trip where we went to see Frank Lloyd Wright's Fallingwater. I could have sat on that patio and listened to the waterfall for hours and hours.