My happy place. The weather here today is crap. And supposedly the rest of the weekend will be too. So here is a place I'd rather be. This is Easton's Beach in Newport, RI. Locals call it first beach but I bet you'd be hard pressed to find a local there during summer. In the off season, it's empty except for the hardy surfers braving the ice cold waves. The beach offers a view of the cliff walk and the snack shop supposedly has one of the better lobster rolls around. I can't say for sure because I wouldn't touch the stuff, so eat at your own risk. The reason this particular shot is near and dear to my heart is that some of our wedding photos were taken on this very lifeguard tower. I could get into a long story about how we only had like an hour to take 4 hours worth of photos and had to nix a couple of locations but I'll spare you. I'm just damn glad we went to this beach because I can always look at this picture and get whisked away to one of the best days of my life. And then I'll smile. #rhodeisland#ri#newport#eastonsbeach#firstbeach#lifeguardtower#beach#newengland#travel#photographyeveryday#explore#wanderlust#takemethere#idonteatlobster
Early morning, the sand still has no foot prints and looks darker from the typical heavy marine layer that leaves everything wet
NO LIFEGUARD ON DUTY. -it's kind of my montra
Two pics show the painting in different light, metallic paint was used.
18x24" acrylic on canvas $99
Oh, this beautiful face. This beautiful beast of a toddler. This looks like relaxing day at the beach, but in reality was spent mostly with me steering him away from the bike path (where I have insane vivid nightmares of a careless cyclist plowing him down), waddling after him as he runs in any direction but the one I’d prefer, yelling at him to not touch garbage, not eat rocks, stop throwing sand at me. Someone please confirm that this is just his age and a phase, because he’s not even defiant about it, he just doesn’t listen to me when he’s having a good time. He does what he wants with the sweetest twinkle in his eye. (Ugh, annoying.) And I’m working on not yelling, of course, because 9 out of 10 times he ignores me completely and I want to pull my hair out. The 1/10 moment it actually lands he gets so sad and sincerely upset I just feel like the worst human on the planet. Did I say motherhood was powerful? It’s also humbling af. So now entering my 33rd week of pregnancy I will be working on my breathing, staying chill, distraction and redirection, and a steady supply of hand wipes.