Vacation

For some reason, the term “vacation” has not had the magnitude it used to when I was younger. Growing up, vacation meant a week camping at the beach, Skippy Peanut Butter, Boogey Boards, and white bread. The anticipation of “vacation” set up shop in my young brain the second the weather got warmer… and for a week, the beach became my world.

I’m heading out to the beach once again with my family for “vacation.” But it’s different this time…. because my job goes with me wherever I go. It’s going to take effort to leave work at home and remember what it’s like to make the beach my world once again. So I’m off…. to read, sleep, eat, laugh, think, surf, get a tan…. and vacation…

And to tide you over until next week, here’s a shot from my recent Lubbock, TX trip to visit Betsy. This is my new friend Claire… she was gracious enough to model for a spur of the moment shoot…