Late in the afternoon on Labor Day, we took ourselves off to the ocean. (This is Jeanette’s Pier in Nags Head.)
We grabbed some Kentucky Fried Chicken on the way, sat on a bench and gazed upon the ocean while we ate. I can think of worse ways to spend a Monday afternoon.
Although my little photographer’s heart was sad that the available light was the next thing to horrible, I made do with what little light I had.
Of course, having a lovely subject to shoot did help a little. (Don’t you love her blouse? I got it at Goodwill for $3.)
All at once, my blissful photographing of various versions of pink and flowered loveliness evaporated when my two ocean-going, chicken-eating, fun-loving cohorts decided that it would be a fabulous idea to run together down the beach in dramatic slow motion while fervently humming the famous jogging-along-the-beach theme from that great movie, Chariots of Fire.
Here they are, in all their humorously meandering, athletic-ish, sea side flailings.
And just so that you can truly appreciate their efforts, here are a couple single shots.
It truly does help if you hum “Chariots of Fire” to yourself while gazing at these photos.
Or maybe not.
Can you tell she’s having a good time?
When the thrill and drama of reenacting the movie scene was over, I asked the two of them to stand together so that I could get a formal daddy/daughter picture.
That went really, really well. As you can tell.
After Steve and Sarah had made their merry way through their line up of shenanigans, they tried to walk off like they were all done with their Father/Daughter posing duties. However, I sternly herded them back together so that I could successfully capture a “real” shot.
Things went fine for a minute . . .
until Steve felt compelled to pull on Sarah’s earring.
Finally. Eventually. At long last, I got them to both stand still and look somewhat normalish.
Such a joy to get to capture love with one click of a camera.
And here’s one more shot of my little grown up girl.
After all the eating, running, humming, and picture-taking were over, we were heading back to the car when we spotted some trash that had been left under the pilings–only ten feet away from the garbage cans.
That is one of our great pet peeves in life—people who litter. As Nathan once commented, “People who litter obviously had mamas who cleaned up after them too much.” So true.
The trash got stowed safely in its place and we were ready to go.
When we got back home, I looked through the pictures I had taken and noticed a photo of Sarah that was inadvertently similar to one I had taken of her almost two years ago.
I thought it would be fun to put the two pictures into a collage: she’s sixteen years old on the left and eighteen years old on the right.
I am looking forward to many more years of taking pictures of Sarah in this spot—pictures of her with her daddy, pictures of her with her husband, and eventually pictures of her with gorgeous, gurgling grand babies in her arms.
Lovely girl. Lovely spot. Lovely dreams for the future.
Lovely, lovely day.