It’s hot here. Really hot. Frizzy hair hot. The kind of hot that only a large body of water can help. Not that I would ever swim in an ocean, or a pool – but that’s another story.
Anyway, it’s this heat that inspired this post. My kids, like all kids, love the summer. Their father taught them how to swim – and they do – like fish. We try to head towards the ocean come July. When I started looking at some of our old water migration photos – I noticed a trend. See if you can spot it….or lick it.
I call these – the ice cream chronicles. From Montauk, to Lake George, to Mexico and Cape Cod. We’ve eaten treats all over the hemisphere. Like mother like kids. The last two shots were taken by my daughter, who will no longer let me take sloppy food shots of her (doesn’t she love me?).