From beach to work, then work to beach.
That's a rough outline of my summer itinerary.
I closed up shop last night, slipped off my shoes immediately and made a B line to—come on take one guess—
I had another one of those "wow I'm growing up" moments, as I mounted up the big sandy hill.
I now walk up with ease, and joy—compared to my 5 year old self who would do a
little bit of
whimpering for mom to wait up for me.
Anyway—standing up there, like king of the hill, was invigorating.
Now, I'm a sucker for great lighting—so
the golden hour
I mean, to the point where my creative muse hits the roof—people probably think I'm crazy as I jump around and look as thrilled as a little girl meeting Cinderella at Disney World.
But I mean, can you blame a girl?! J
at that light!