It's been a remarkably cool summer thus far. No complaints of course, at least it's not snowing.
When I started this blog in 2004, I mostly told stories with words; all these years later, I find myself telling better stories with pictures because of course, a good picture tells a story.
I spent years on the beach, first spending summers at my grandparents' cottage in Port Huron; then spending years in San Diego while exiled to California; and now, spending my summers on my own beach EOTE. It is a glorious place to be - a great lake that's unsalted and shark free. Full of friends, sights, and sounds of summer.
It's a dog beach - you can tell that for sure.
There are times when I can hear my grandmother's calling through the years, calling me up to the house for lunch or dinner. Trying to lure me away from all that I love most. Just a minute, Grandma, I will be up in just a minute.
It's simply too beautiful to leave. Cheers to you on this wonderful July 4th.
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