Winds of Change

I guess I was inspired by the beach, the sands and the kites. Or maybe lack of sleep and an excruciating long drive back home coupled with finding a glam rock station is what finally did it. In any case here is my tribute to both glam rock and the kite festival.

The story behind the pictures

They say a picture is worth a thousand words but hopefully I can convey less and the reader can enjoy more. The boys and I made a quick trip to my hometown to pick up their sister and decided to make a side trip to Long Beach, WA for the kite festival. Here are our stories:

Trevor loves the sand and playing in the ocean. He's the opposite of Ariel. I think he would be happy as a merman. He thought it would be fun to make bird tracks coming out of the water. I think in the hopes someone would notice the tracks and follow them up the beach. He enjoys tricking people.

Here are two little girls only 2 1/2 years apart and inseparable.
Before their time together was up, they were plotting out the
rest of the year with sleep overs at each others house. Their
five days together was filled with shopping trips, playing
barbies and admiring each other's princess sleeping
bag. I can only hope the bond forged now stays as strong as
they get older.

This little guy really throws caution to the wind and runs where

ever his feet take him. Here, they took him to a restricted area

for registered kite fliers only. Some of those kites were bigger

than my van and I was told if a person was caught on the string,

could easily be lifted and carried as far as the wind could take the

kite. Rather than holding them up all day, these smart fliers

anchored the lines down in the sand.

Being at the ocean, one must never forget the shoreline is

determined by the tides. Even placing towels in the soft

dry sand does not guarantee the tide won't reach you.

We ended up moving our stuff quickly three times and

each time we thought we had reached a safe spot only

to be chased up the beach once more.