Here’s one last photo from Central Park. Jaclyn and I, like countless others that afternoon, spread a blanket out under the warm sun on the crest of a knoll in the lawn known as Sheep Meadow, unpacked our lunch and gazed up at the beauty that was around us. Sundays are about her only days off, so we were both glad the weather was gorgeous. I told myself to make more portraits this trip, or at least make more images of people if candid moments presented themselves. So trying to keep that goal I proceeded to annoy almost every one of my friends I visited. Whats more, I put the results up on the internet – lucky them! Below is another frame of Paula on the beach in “deluxe-bury” just a few miles from her Marshfield, Mass home.
And here are a few from an afternoon at my sister’s home. I’m not entirely convinced that she lets her kids play on the piano as readily as they explained to us they could, so when she had stepped out for the afternoon and it was just Uncle Jeff and Gramma left, they made sure to enjoy themselves. As you might imagine, all of their musical selections were played forté, especially the pieces that required all six of their hands. Adaline stayed the longest at the keys, teaching the glow-in-the-dark bats she received for Halloween how to play. I’m glad I will soon be living a lot closer to them.
Incidentally, the title of this post is the name of a record – a pretty good one at that – and you can hear a song from that band (The Creature Comforts) right here: Showboat