scenes from a sunday

in the words of martha & the vandella's, it was a heat wave!

hh, the beast and i took to the streets to keep cool and soak in the seaside life.

i love many things about my street: the big trees, the wide blocks, the whites pickets, but even after 12 years of residency, i still gallop giddy over the front door, ocean view.

we took our favorite loop with the beast: a jaunt down to pacific coast highway to see what newport's fanciest were up to.

we never quite make it passed our A market without a stop for "provisions".

nourishment.

hydration.

bottom-feeder.

we capped off a sunday dinner down at the sand.

louie the crab.

a hot august night indeed.

and just like that it was gone: today we woke to a thick, fog bank so heavy our neighbor's front door has disappeared.

share with me the snapshots of your weekend m'loves? you know how much i adore hearing from you.