Cape Cod is such a special place. Everyone in Massachusetts travels there for their summer holidays. Each family has a different town that they call their own. My family would stay in Dennis or Yarmouth each summer. We would meet up with our friends and have huge cookouts. There were about 7 of us kids that were all around the same age and it was perfect. We would fly kites, collect seashells and hermit crabs, go fishing, build sandcastles. The best feeling was crawling into bed feeling a little sandy, a little sun kissed and being so excited for the next day. All of these things make up the memories of my childhood.
This recent trip was flooded with feelings of nostalgia. My mom and I drove past all of our old beach cottages that we've had over the years and reminisced. It was so nice.
I used this trip to find some floral inspiration for future paintings and illustrations. My poor mother pulled over along side way too many white picket fences with beach roses so that I could snap a shot or... seven. She's a true champion.
The real icing on the cake of my vacation is happening right now. Listening to the crickets outside my window. Perfection.