Here I thought I was capturing my husband's joy at playing with the Claddagh Mohr band again after the whirlwind of pandemic separation. He really just flubbed up, and had to take a moment from piping to recover himself. So cute.
The old shipyard at Bug Light.
This radiance over Portland last night may be as close to watching the northern lights dance as I'll ever come.
Sneaking peeks on my kids while they're reading is one of the most satisfying bits of parenthood there is.