It happens each year without fail. People ask what my summer plans are, and I’m met with an immediate feeling of guilt. When I was in high school I could share about all the sports camps I would be going to, and in college I got to tell people about my excitement to work as a camp counselor. This year I’ve been able tell inquiring minds how I’ve started my own business and am thrilled to share details of the weddings that I’m photographing. But then there is the most obvious summer-plan question left, “Any vacation plans?”
I haven’t really been excited for my family’s annual vacation to the beach since sometime in middle school, when mini-golf was still fun, multiple trips to the souvenir shops never got boring, and most of my July allowance was spent on screen-printed t-shirts from the boardwalk. Every year since I was born and for years before, we have made the trip to Fenwick Island, Delaware—a small beach just north of Ocean City, Maryland—for a week of ocean-induced relaxation, just-caught-an-hour-ago fresh seafood, and man-I-wish-I-weren’t-Irish tanning. Each year we stay in the same rental house, have the same meals, and make the same traditional visit to the OC boardwalk. Do you see the shame coming over my face? How can I be so ungrateful for a vacation that I know I’m able to take each year, one for which many families can’t afford the time or finances?
No, it might not be a luxury cruise through the Caribbean, but I am still grateful to be able to spend quality time with my (always weird) family, and to have a chance to fall asleep in the sand to the sound of the crashing waves. So I’m sharing some moments from our somewhat predictable but always worthwhile vacation!
Ok, just look at this light. Will someone please hire me for a beach session??
Big floppy hats <3
Gotta document the snacks!
A little PR shoot for out favorite beach.
This one just kills me. I might not be able to introduce my sister, Sarah, to all of you, but this works pretty well.
Family. Sometime we tap dance on the beach. And sometimes I force Sarah to be my beach model before we can go back to the house.
I have a pretty sister. See ya next year, Delaware coast.