I've mentioned that I like wild grass and that I like drift wood. Well, in sorting through our 26,000 photographs these past few days, I've happened across a picture I snapped a few years ago that shows both.
I've always loved this photograph, because it reminds me of the many fun boat trips our family's taken across Kachemak Bay. We'd anchor my dad's boat just off the beach, drive in on the little Zodiak, and spend the afternoon hiking and beachcombing. Toward evening, we'd build a campfire and roast hot dogs and marshmallows.
We haven't been able to go the last couple of years, because my dad piloted his boat across the Gulf of Alaska to fish in Southeast waters. "Thanks for nothing, Dad! You've ruined my summers!" screamed the ungrateful daughter, as she stomped her feet and shook her fists in the air. "Why do you have to go and make a living? WHY?!"
Dinner last night: spaghetti and meatballs, steamed green beans