Oh Boy

I usually use my words and pictures (primarily pictures) to describe that which I see, the way it presents to me and share with you.  Some of these pictures truly make these memories and emotion rush back through my deepest heart and soul.  I am uncertain if my human words can describe that which I have experienced.  Some of you are already blessed to know what an incredibly mesmerizing journey parenthood is.  Well…we too a short time ago entered the fold and are among all of you now.   To fathom how there is another human being sitting in my arms today, when such a short time ago my beautiful and amazing wife held him in her belly is almost improbable.  But God is great and I will shout it until the day I die.  Similar emotions swept through me when my sisters, both my junior, brought children of their own into our world.  What an amazing experience to see them, my baby sisters, be mothers, parents, providers and problem solvers…My nieces and nephews, one of which we are God-parents to, are amazing and it is a gift seeing them learn and grow.  I did not truly know what it would be like but now do; I am honored.

This was the day, it happened though not as we planned it did, after all these years, I witnessed a miracle.  We did it, HE did it, Heather did it…we are so proud to introduce you to Oliver McDowell; my amazing family’s grandchild #8..




Boston Bound

As I edit these photos it makes me so unbelievably excited to be a parent.  The sheer excitement in my nieces’ eyes as they exit the candy store with their own bag of candy, each item picked out by hand.  I did not take my camera out too much this trip but most pictures were taken while making and eating breakfast together.  What breakfast does not consist of dancing, games, arts and crafts, etc…you know, the works.  It was a great to be home, reassuring to be surrounded by those that love us, Heather’s mom getting to walk around Cape Cod…just special.  Thank you.







Mother To Be

Spent an amazingly low key but yet super productive weekend at home with the mother of my son.  It is an amazing passage we are enduring, at times not seeming real.  It is real and we are very blessed.  Thank you God for all you do.


New Door

We have been planning how to make best use of the area in our kitchen we adoringly call the nook.  An area of wasted space just itching to be relevant.  Part of the problem is how our patio door swings open and into anything in the area.  It is also a direct access point for constant traffic, us and the dogs going in and out to the backyard.  Solution – have the opening on the opposite side.

A visit from my dad is not complete without doing some type of construction project around the house.  The projects tend to get more advanced as the easier things have already been done.  Looking to doing the deck next visit.  We did some work, my back paying the price as usual, went to some great spots to quench our thirst and feed our overworked bellies (especially heather and oliver).  The perfect combination of work and play.  Great work team.


Kids of Sandy Island


Isle of Sandy

The song we all sing together, hand in hand within the warm walls of the dining hall, ‘Beautiful Isle of Sandy’.  A magical place that was instilled in me from birth, even before as my mother toted me to the island within her womb.  Two weeks on a lake in the land where you are told to “live free or die” (NH) time stands still or speeds by depending on your age at the time or how you “vacation”.  I remember it being fast paced and over before it began.  Friends from all over the country, mostly New England who you typically only see once a year for a week or longer as we all descend upon the boat landing.  Friends who are and become family for that one week and beyond.  There is nothing fancy about this place but yet it remains magical.  Dating back to the 19th century campers and staffers have been laying claim to this vacation spot.  You reside in wood cabins, usually without restrooms or separate rooms.  Folks read, walk, jog, tennis, bocce, kayak, canoe, sail, swim, frisbee golf, water ski, bird watch or relax at the beach.  Evening activities include family dances, movies, talent shows and trivia.  Its the place where you can be you and though people may judge in their own way it does not matter because it is yours whomever you are and wherever you are from.

This time almost 20 years later I made it back and never want to make the sabbatical near as long next time.  I brought my lovely wife of 4+ years along for the journey, who is now carrying our first child.   These are the lovely images which presented them self for me and all to see…I do as I usually do and capture things occurring, as they are and have been for many, many years at Sandy Island.



Soon after we got Heather’s new Pilot I jokingly said that was her “project” for the year.  Less than a month later she is researching away at kitchen countertops, hardware, cabinet paint, etc…What is a guy to do but dive right in to another “project”.  We did a lot of the hard work ourselves, only farming out the quartz countertop install and plumbing.  Sanding down the cabinets, de-greasing them, building up the cabinets with boxes taking them all the way up to the ceiling, priming and painting, caulking, tile backsplash.  It was fun and WELL worth the work!







We have been anticipating their visit for a good bit.  In preparation we made a special and fun grocery trip, picking up all the fun kid snacks we could find.  These girls can eat and talk and move and crawl, a constant sport of watching them.  The human girls met our four-legged girls; interesting; tears at first.  “Attack/tackle” hugs and kisses.  By the last day of the visit they were all best friends and all very tired, parents, aunt and uncle included.

The girls got in some nail spa time, the boys a bit at the range, dogs playing all weekend, kids and the new SUV put to the test and feel everything passed.  Ready to do it all again.

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Making Memories

My mother is an amazing photographer and during a recent shoot she used an expression; “making memories”.  If nothing else you are making memories.  Those words were the first thing which sprung to mind while creating this post.  Some amazing childhood memories and those we continue to create to this day.

This is my most recent session with some great friends who now have their second baby.  More babies means more pictures and diapers I suppose.  We had a fun time watching them come out of their shyness shell (I completely relate) and getting outside and having fun.

Thanks and Merry Christmas!


Falling leaves and temperatures

The cool down from summer to fall is a sad time for many.  Kids back to school, parents back to work, everyone back on the road.  I suppose I fall in that category, for a short time at least.  Always disappointing to see summer go but ushered in are cooler night, changing leaves, fire-pits and football.  In truth, I do love this season almost as much.  Fog coated mornings, dressing up in halloween attire, scary movies star on the television…the wonderful circle of the seasons and life.