Cooling off with my girl, Amy, who is the coolest friend for flipping her luscious locks for me. And yes, Seaside is really sexy. Get here, people.
This sky looks edible.
Today marks 300 days of The Seasides, so naturally I had to take a dip (despite the ominous clouds). Can't wait to see what the next 65 bring.
It was tough to pick just one for this evening. So much to celebrate. More on Remixes.
I heart you, summer.
Absolutey gorgeous beach day, and the beach-goers were even cooler.
Running from impending doom.
I think I may have missed the official day but, Happy Summer, Bridgeport! There's not much better than a sunset at almost 9pm. And if this is your sailboat, I would like a ride, please.
I lured this dynamic dad duo out for a walk and the next thing you know, we're in a typhoon. OK, maybe it was all part of my plan to see if I could get lightning as their superhero father backdrop.
A little rain won't stop this baby shower, or any of the other Seaside celebrations.
Quiet morning ride. Looking forward to the weekend when this spot will be packed with beach-goers.
Stop sign bouquet.
Feels a bit like Ireland over by the lighthouse. Wish I had me a cold Guinness. Slurp!
Lined up and ready for the beach.
What a difference a day makes. Sunshine daydream to moody blues. These guys in their quads were braving the stormy weather putting the buoys out for summer swimmers.
My sweet niece Eloise's first visit to the sea.
Six errr I mean four geese-a-layin.
Splashes and sandcastles with these cuties. Happy 4th, Mr. Q!
Balmy days call for cool rides and Long Island Sound breezes.
Sun or moon?
Hello blue skies.
Summer wins again.
Blue punch buggy, no punch back.
Low tide always reveals all sorts of neat things. And today, this little blue gem perfectly matched the colors of this rainy morning.
On assignment for my big sis in the next few days and feeling pretty magical in the Seaside sun this morning!
Serene swimming hole.
Discovered a bunch of horseshoe crabs burrowing, foraging, and uhhhh... makin babies. When they forage they move slow and leave behind these beautiful spiral tracks.
Marina Gate, built in 1878, is the last physical remains of P.T. Barnum's original estate. He had one of the best views of the park. Well done, Phineas.
Happy new month, everyone!