A respite to Maine. Paul and I.
I love New England. Drive 2+ hours, and you feel like you’re in a totally different world. Nice.
The Maine coastline is awesome, in the real sense of the word. So loud and ferocious, even though it wasn’t windy. I think it would be an amazing experience to see this stretch of coastline during a storm. The surf sounded like thunder. But somehow, it was so relaxing in its sound. I love the ocean.
A little shot of George H.W. Bush’s humble abode.
This next one is Paul’s– He’s becoming quite the photographer lately. Way to go on the negative space, hon’!
Another one of Paul’s. I’m liking it:
Look at the reflection in Paul’s sunglasses. (Yes, he forgot his razor…)
Hello, blog readers! (Do you like my new gloves?)
Beautiful, beautiful weather. It was snowing in CT while we were away. Heehee!
This question can only be answered correctly by 6 people in the world. To my Ryan family, what very unique location do you think this photo reminds me of? Correct guess wins you… um, nothing. Post edit: I changed my mind. There is a prize: 12×18 print of your choice, with 100% profit going to Autism Speaks. I thought I’d jog your memory a little bit…
Don’t you think Paul deserved a trip for putting up with me for 11 years? 11 years!? What?!
Love you, Paulus!
I know I’ve used this quote before, but as we were sitting by the ocean, this poem kept running through my mind. It was so appropriate for that moment:
This months’ charity is ‘Autism Speaks.’