Please Happy

Accompanied a kindred spirit on a photo shoot today.
Biked to the beach. Got tar balls on my toes. Got sunburned.
Learned about Basic Daylight Exposure. Met some girls.

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End of North Spring Street, abutting Los Angeles Historic Park.

Post carriage ride picture taking. Chadds Ford, PA.

Jake calls his dad Pops. Everyone does. He is an animal lover and studier and dissector and rescuer. He is the father of our cats Rolo and Beans (a post on them later). And he watches and listens and notices with a focus I’ve never experienced.

The light in his house is intoxicating in its whiteness. Dull diffused white. And his house is surrounded by green.

These beings never cease to amaze me.

Chadds Ford, PA. August 2010.

My grandfather, Edward James Dwyer, is the last remaining sibling of seven.

His specialty – in addition to storytelling and a signature jump into the lake – is making breakfast at Stony Lake. The kitchen is the same one he cooked in when he was a young man after having helped build the red cabin with his father. His 30+ nieces and nephews, six kids, 12 grandchildren and one great grandchild are lucky to have this place to swim, read, eat, swim, hike, swim, play cards, swim and hang out in the woods.

Thank you, Grandpa!