okay. at some point i need to stop whining and throwing things because of major photograph problems from june and being away. time to suck it up, post quick recaps (for the two of you out there who might be interested), and just get on with life. like a bandaid - time to just bite my lip and pull. so ... here we go.
week one of the trip looked something like this:
marc left monday for chicago. kids and i left thursday for chicago. while marc worked friday, kids and i walked to ed debevic's for lunch (henry, very impressed. harper, not as much.) then swam at the hotel. marc got off work, we drove to indy to his parents' house.
saturday morning, we left not-so-bright (sun wasn't up yet ... ugh) and early for boston. arrived to perfect weather, and marc's uncle saying, "let's go see cape cod!" uh, okay. no arm twisting needed.
cape cod looked like this:
anyway, cape cod was lovely. all the grayed, cedar-sided cottages and azalea bushes at big as a house. amazing. we got the five-penny tour, with stops in yarmouth port, rock harbor, and chatham. fish and chips for lunch in a little fishing shack. multi-million dollar "cottages" perched on a cliff overlooking the water. sea lions bobbing in the water by a fishing boat, hoping for a hand-out. a great day.
we stayed the rest of the week in acton, mass. with marc's aunt and uncle. sunday we got to spend at fenway for a special father's day open house. very cool. wish i had most of my photos ... marc's ibook is holding them hostage. visualize the field, marc and his aunt trying on a replica world series ring that was basically the size of their hands, the world series trophies, a guy with dreads down to his knees, marc's uncle being "knighted" by the ted williams status ... they're great pix. maybe i'll get them back someday.
monday was the museum of fine arts. what a beautiful way to kill a day!! the el greco exhibit was totally worth the price of admission (even though i borrowed pam's guest card and didn't, in fact, have to pay the price of admission ...), and i was happy as a clam wandering through all the different rooms and displays and exhibits. since my last visit to an art museum, i've become much more versed in using light to make a picture, and seeing how artists from hundreds of years ago "used" light was awe-inspiring.
tuesday was my day to poke around concord, mass. jack and i visited the bridge where the first shots of the revolutionary war occurred, and i learned that it was actually ralph waldo emerson's grandfather who lived on the property and bore witness. crazy cool. after that, jack headed home, and i walked to louisa may alcott's house, the concord museum, emerson's house, sleepy hollow cemetery and author's ridge to pay respects to alcott, emerson, thoreau, and hawthorne, then into concord to poke around the shops until pam picked me up when she finished her day at work. it was wonderful, and again the weather was perfect, and again ... i'm missing half the photos. everything after the entrance to the cemetery is gone. all i can guess is that marc missed a folder when he was uploading pix that night. yes, i'm sick about it. yes, i'm perturbed. yes, i learned my lesson to never let someone else be in control of my media cards. but i do still have some pix.
i'll stop here, because if i'm upset about losing pix from tuesday, i'm even more sad about wednesday. i'll deal with that later. and i'll deal with a full photo album later, too. or at least, what i can actually put together from all the photos that still remain of the trip ...