dave and polly drove up to portsmouth one fine afternoon *cough* a month ago. we frolicked about (froliced? no…why does past-tense frolicking look wrong. does that mean it’s one of those hindsight is 20-20 things…and it’s ill advised even in the present? that would make me sad, because i do enjoy a good frolic…it’s almost as much fun as gamboling or cavorting.) portsmouth winding up at my new mecca: the friendly toast. (it was a reunion…they’d introduced me to its delights at our meeting a few months back. i will be eternally in their debt.)

our session included lots of tree climbing…which, in my book, makes anything a success. polly and dave were real troopers…they were up for anything, and did all the silly things i asked with huge smiles on their faces. how could i not love them? also…dave kept us laughing with his pretend-hs-history-teacher speech about berlin or hitler or…i don’t really remember, i just remember laughing. without further ado…

guess who’s IN the tree. yes, that’s right. me. i was balancing precariously so that i could shake the branch w/ my foot and cause petal showers…and still manage to focus my camera and press the shutter…

confession: i totally have a crush on that tree. it’s in prescott park in portsmouth, and, um…if it were a man, i would marry it and have its babies. i have pictures of lots of people in it…and because polly was so awesome about clambering up there…and because they’d forgotten to get a photo of me up the other tree, i obliged once again.

aren’t they just impossibly cute?

(she was wearing red shoes when we met, too…and she wore polka-dots both times, as well. girl knows how to worm her way into my affections, that’s for sure!)

(enjoying the friendly toast.)

thanks for your patience with my crazy life, guys! i can’t wait to party in rhode island with you in september!

first off, confession: this is my 2nd “claire” bride of the year…and they both have fellas whose names start w/ b. more than once i have typed “claire & ben”, when i really meant “claire & bobby”…and i don’t confuse them…ben has the pheremone-head that claire loves to sniff, and bobby is a giantman comic. v. different, no?

anyway, last saturday a couple weeks ago, i met claire & bobby at his family’s summer place on lake winnepesauke. great idea, in theory…the area is BEAUTIFUL…however, that area…in early may…what were we thinking? there were, well…you’ll see.

see those bugs?

and these bugs?

yeah…they were EVERYWHERE. i’m not proud of it, but i did squeal on occasion…and there was lots of uncontrollable windmill-hands going on.

once we got down near the water, the bug population dispersed a bit…and these two cracked me up…they were willing to be silly and did all the “mood lightening” poses i suggested.  (poses that usually don’t see the light of a proofing gallery, much less a blog post…)

um, yeah.  nh…lake winnepesauke…it’s slightly attractive.

so, these two…the way they work is…first, they’re all smooshy and lovey-dovey and and all “that’s why i fell in love with you.”

and then…

bobby has to go and bite her nose.

until they wind up here:

i’ve got a whole ‘nother series like this…only…that time…SHE started it.  😀

stay tuned for the not-silly photos!