Portraits on a mid-summer night's eve

Throughout the process of organizing and reorganizing photos for this site, I'm discovering many folders of images I've been meaning to go through and process, but just haven't had the time. Or made the time. For example, tonight, I've been sifting through images I shot six months ago. Last August, Tamara, the kids and I drove up to Maine and spent two weeks at our best friends' house in Freeport with their two daughters. It was a very special, concentrated time for all of us, and I think of it often.

One warm Saturday night, after we had gotten all the little ones down, we settled into chairs outside on the back deck for some "grown-up" time.  So precious now is that relatively small window for us to share uninterrupted conversation and wine. We really took it for granted before kids. . . .

It was fairly dark outside, apart from the porch light that happened to be rim-lighting everyone beautifully from where I sat. I went inside, found the camera, adjusted some exposure settings and returned, trying to be discreet while firing off the occasional shot. 

Liz

Liz

Tonight, I'm not surprised to find several frames of Greg in his ritual of throwing a hand up (sometimes just a finger) to thwart my attempts to photograph him, but I was able to manage some keepers.

Greg

Greg

Later on, Greg and Liz's neighbor, Dave, happened by and joined us. Dave is an impressive gardener, well-traveled and a bit of an eccentric. I haven't been to many places in Europe, but through our conversation we discovered we had each been to the same small city in Germany. He even had snapshots on his phone that looked eerily similar to mine.

Dave

Dave

I realize there's not much to actually see here, but for me the simplicity ties in nicely with the "visual serenity" the four of us futilely try to obtain within our living spaces while raising young children. A Sisyphean task for sure, but sometimes I think even Sisyphus didn't have it all that bad with just the one rock to roll and no kids grabbing at his legs and begging for blueberries. . . .

It's nearly February now and it's as cold here in North Carolina as it usually is in Maine this time of year, and so it's nice to revisit these images and remember that warm days and nights will return. As will the "grown-up" time with the best of friends.