So, what does a world famous professional photographer do to get away from it all and relax? I’m not sure. You should ask one.
As for me, I hop on the SUV caravan and head down to the Outer Banks in North Carolina. Even though it’s about a twelve hour trek, once I get there and smell the ocean air, eat some of Barb’s fresh baked bread, and squeeze my baby cousin’s chubby leg rolls, it’s all worth it.
Here are some photos I took of our motley crew. Check out my facebook album for even more!
Here’s one of our super amazing house. Check it out here.
The view from our back porches.
Baby Jack!
Baby Ade!
This is perfection. Baby bellies in tiny baby swim shorts. I mean, come on.
Tasty Finnish bread. It makes the finest french toast on the planet. If there was a french toast Oscar, this would win hands down, kick your butt.
Here’s a picture of my favorite person golfing. Stud.
Many people compare us to the Kennedys. Only with more profanity. And flatulence.
Baby Jack and I have similar hobbies. Like sleeping. And drooling.
I believe this does not need a caption. Maybe something like “I want to take YOUR picture!” in a little bubble over my head would work… I could put that on my business card.
Everyone loves Baby Jack, even people who are just meeting him for the first time.
Grandma’s too sexy for her shades. Too sexy for her shades, no way she’s disco dancing.
Aasta and John Zipperman, future small-town Southern sweaty defense attorney.
Good form for a guy who’s almost 50. I mean 45. I mean 27.
