Finding Joy at the Butcher Shop
Christmas Day 2014 at the Cement Boat
Annual Christmas Day visit to the cement boat – watching the sun set over the sea. This year with Opapa and Nana. John John in his high-fashion running recklessly toward the water’s edge with zero abandon. The Pacific Ocean in all its glory.
Happy Thanksgiving
Pasta Dinner Massacre
Someone loves Papa’s pasta sauce!! John John can almost use a fork now, so the days of pasta mayhem may be on the wane.
In the meantime: ENJOY A CUTE MESS!
Banana costume
My family
En route to Mikey and Damon’s beautiful wedding, we pulled off of Highway 1 and shot these photographs a few miles north of Big Sur.
Headlamp headlight change
Last night I go out in the garage looking for Nami. She’s in the driveway, under the hood of her car, wearing the headlamp that I use for night bbqing.
“What’s up?” I said.
“I’m changing my headlight,” she says. Fiddling with the back of the light, trying to get it off. “Who knows the last time it was changed,” she says, fiddling more.
“Can I help you?” I said. Inching closer. I’m like a politician, I come for the groundbreaking and then again for the ribbon cutting.
She looked up at me. With the lamp, it was blinding. She had a look on her face.
“You can go inside because you are bothering me,” she said.
I squinted, glad to be relieved. A few minutes later she came back inside, job done.
Waiting for the Peaks Island ferry
It’s always tough to say goodbye to Peaks Island. I snapped this photo right before boarding. Several of my family members are scattered in the crowd.
Uncle John and Cousin Andrew
On the Portland ferry, leaving Peaks Island after the Powers Cup, Andrew and his dad John.