It occurs to me that I haven’t highlighted pictures snapped along the way lately, and that’s just not right – it’s been a vivid if peripatetic season. Ranging over the last two months and stepping backwards chronologically, I’ve been most thankful for San Francisco: …after drinking up kulcha at the Met like a good New …
September is the new summer. In the latest batch of merry photos Flick’d up, we travel to Cape Cod with David, park Jessica in lovely Raina’s lovely yard, and camp. Scott raises almost $1400 by powering through 1.4 miles of choppy waters in the Provincentown Swim for Life. Kate spirits us to the dune shack. …
In what’s turning into something of a tradition, I made a pilgrimage to Boulder & thereby aged within the safe confines of my origin. Though it’s been overrun by money, Boulder is ever beautiful, & it’s nice to see my globetrotting parents settle back in amid the deer.
Scott & the ladies go cruising – along with 500 other gay families. All aboard!
