sunday by the sea (part 2)

so i will admit it when close enough i will peek through windows. look what i saw when i peeked through this one these tiny men they are so fantastic dust and all.

sunday by the sea (part 1)

it has been a little while since k and i escaped "sans animaux", we found ourselves going to wickford a seaside town just ten minutes from us. I have written about it before. we grabbed our coffees, camera around walked around the little village. we perused a book store, and asked about the bench in the window, we found the perfect little yellow table, walked to the water, talked with shop owners and peeked into backyards. what i love the most about the time k and i spent together is that we know each other, whether it is the glance we give to each other when a shop keeper likes the sound of her voice to much, or when we point out a book that the other might like or when we look through vacant shop windows and say this would be perfect. all those things make me very happy that i married to k and that he does not mind walking around with two cups of coffee a purse when i just have to take that picture!

the people by the sea

there is something so peaceful when you are by the sea.
K. asks " do you like the smell of the ocean" i am tempted to say no, the answer i have always given when asked that questions but today i say "yes i do, my mum love's it". these places remind me of my mum very much and my youth as it started to turn into adulthood. I came here long ago, the summer were it all began. i found myself answering an add to work by the sea and before i knew it at seventeen years of age, bags backed, borders crossed i found myself living on the coast, working and falling in love with ocean breezes and the simplicity of my new life. as the summer came to an end and my mum pulled out from the drive way of my summer house, it is then on the drive back through all the seacoast towns that we were not just mother and daughter, but two women each with their own experiences breathing in the same salty air.

seacoast towns

last sunday we decided to visit some of the oldest new england seacoast towns. the weather was perfect. so we headed from newburyport to gloucester, rocky neck and rockport. we discovered many quaint towns in between that we could easily call home. the ocean could be seen at the end of every alley, through every shop window, down every street and hanging at the back of every gallery. we will be headed back to the tent in a few days where i am sure i will be strolling these towns again.