me, taking in the situation. I’m not sure it’s gonna work.
Our time at the beach always goes by so quickly, even when we take an extra day. All week, we kept meaning to hit the beach during the golden hour—that last 90 minutes or so before sunset—to take some pictures of the kids.
The week got away from us. It always does.
Our last night of vacation, we always hit a certain restaurant that’s a pretty good hike from our condo. We brought the camera along (the real camera, not the iPhone one) and hoped we’d have time to use it.
We didn’t, really. By the time we left the restaurant, the sun had already dipped below the horizon. It wasn’t dark, by any means, but the golden hour window was just about shut and we had a half-hour drive down the coast to get back to our beach.
Ten minutes into the drive back up the coast, my husband said, “Let’s just stop here.”
“I don know if that’s gonna work,” I said.
(Recovering perfectionist, remember?)
“So what if it doesn’t work,” he said. “Let’s just try.”
We braked too hard and made a quick turn towards where we thought the beach access must be. We found a quick parking spot (miracle) by a crowded restaurant, and spotted a barefoot family, laden down with bags and a cooler, pop out of an opening in the trees, presumably headed home. We reverse-engineered their path, and three minutes later we were on the beach.
We ran down to the water and kicked off our shoes. It was a wonderful evening, warm with a cool breeze, and not totally dark yet, even if the golden hour was gone. (It wasn’t as nearly as dark on the beach as it looks in these photos.
Patrons were spilling out of the bustling restaurant onto the beach, drinks in hand, milling about and waiting for tables. One of them noticed we were hurrying to catch some photos, and jogged over to see if he could take a family shot for us. We took him up on it.
all six of us in one photo = automatic win. all of us smiling and looking in the general direction of the camera = double bonus
The kids weren’t quite sure what to make of being down on the beach, dressed, after dinner. After bedtime, even. They skipped through the sand, started a game of freeze tag, spun each other in circles.
They were sweet and affectionate and silly: perfect picture-taking behavior.
me and my girls
this perfectly captures Silas’s personality
We kept clicking the shutter until it rebelled at the lack of light and refused to take another.
These aren’t the greatest photos our family has ever taken. But it was a great night. It would have been a great night even if the light was gone and our photos were black.
But it wasn’t, and we have the photos to remember it by.
Tell us about the times you were surprised because things ACTUALLY WORKED OUT in comments. Or when they didn’t, and it was fun anyway.