on island time
Peaceful, relaxed. Running away to Plum Island was absolutely necessary after a hectic work and personal schedule. I stole Tom away for a few days, nabbed some last minutes tickets to an unbelievable tUnE-yArDs show (which I regret I didn’t take any photos of, but I suppose that means we were having too much fun) and then it was off to the island. An afternoon spent on the beach, an evening spent with family and a night out for burgers and beers coasted us into a perfectly calm retreat at our family’s little sliver of solitude.
Love this place.
Happy Father’s Day, Jeff. Proud papa.
Sweet, little peanut Jack. Such a contemplative little kid and a fun friend to have. At the moment this photo was taken he was explaining to me why he should be the new face for GapKids. Of course, Jack. Of course.
A visit to Plum Island prompts delicious fish grilling – something we don’t get enough of back up in landlocked Vermont. Jeff, not once, but twice, has treated us to octopus. This time he marinated the cephalopod in red wine and then grilled it on Terry’s bum drum.
After enough beers I was feeling adventurous. Down the hatch. And, it was really good. Not chewy, but instead meaty and really good flavor – almost smoky. Jeff paired the octopus with a slice of potato and greens. Well played, Jeff.
Tom rarely takes photos, but when he does he manages to not only get the photo in focus, but beautifully framed…and this time I got to be in the shot. A rare moment – me, in a photo. Now I have a single piece of documentation that I was around for 2012.
Obligatory Plum Island photo that I must take every time we visit. This is the little beach at the end of Terry and Kathy’s short road, a driveway really, just a couple houses away. I always think that these houses, so perfectly lined up and shining in the sun, are like the Massachusetts version of San Francisco’s Painted Ladies.