Labor Day has come and gone and I can feel the days getting shorter, the mornings more tense as we all adjust to earlier wake-up calls, fewer snuggles and hurried breakfasts. I already miss the lazier pace of summer, when the time after dinner wasn’t just a precursor to bed, but a wonderful and tantalizing window of opportunity for the day to continue. I miss evenings at the beach in Maine, when the big kids and I could follow in Em’s footsteps from the year before and leap from rock to rock toward the end of the jetty at Drakes Island.
It’s not often Em gets to show big brother the way, but that evening it was especially pleasant.
Back on land, JDubbs and Little H were enjoying the summer evening, too. I think he even found a bit of buried treasure!
After we were reunited and as the tide continued to go out, tide pools emerged for some last minute nautical exploration. Little H finally warmed up to them and all three kids happily searched for some new sea friends, something we hadn’t had much luck with all week.
On the contrary, I–being the resident photographer–had had more than enough luck all week, and as the sun went down found more and more opportunities to capture life and light, two of my very favorite subjects.
The kids kept moving along with the sun, and the challenges of shadows and reflections kept me thoroughly entranced until we all had to admit it was finally time to head home.
While I’m missing the pace of the end of summer days, the adventures of this school year are already making themselves known! As determined as I am to appreciate all ages and stages, I will always have a extra-fond place in my heart for summer nights.