There is nothing like residency to make you appreciate a weekend off. It happens so infrequently that when it does, you make big plans to celebrate it to the fullest. And when it does, I make sure to document it so that, during stretches of time where I work 26 out 30 days of the month, I can go back and relive it through pictures! Pictures of trips. Pictures of family. Pictures of me wearing real clothes instead of scrubs. (::Sigh:: I miss my clothes.) Through photography, even as I sit at the NICU desk, at 4 AM—tired and unfashionable-looking and up to my elbows in babies—with the click of a button I am transported back to a suddenly not-so-distant adventure. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why if you know me at all, you know you can find a camera hanging from my neck pretty much everywhere except the hospital.
So this post will highlight 3 different things:
- The importance of honoring your life’s experiences with a few good snapshots…
- The beauty of New England…
- And the tragedy that it is to forget your camera tripod if you intend on both you AND your significant other to be in pictures together. (Random strangers are sure to offer their help. They will snap away excitedly, as you cringe at the possibility that they may in fact run off with your camera. When they are done completely disregarding the existence of your camera’s zoom button, they hand the camera back and ask, “is it ok?!” You will quickly notice that they focused on the background, so the faces are underexposed. The horizon is crooked, and they cut off the most important part of your outfit: the amazing belt you found in the clearance section of Anthropologie. You will say, “It’s great! Thank you so much!” And most of the time, you will hit delete.) DO NOT FORGET YOUR TRIPOD. DO NOT FORGET YOUR TRIPOD!
As I go through these pics, I forget about my pager. I forget that my last haircut was at least 9 months ago, that my circadian rhythm does not match that of normal people’s, and that it is a chilly 37 degrees outside. Instead, even though we made this trip a while ago, I can feel the warmth of the sun, hear the sound of the water, and smell the butter on the lobsters…
Step #1 to a fabulous vacation: look faaaaabulous, darling.
Step #2: pack your husband 
Step #3: consider staying ONLY at pet-friedly bed-and-breakfasts.
Welcome to Kennebunkport, Maine.
We explored the fishing town on our bicycles! We fell in love with its quirks…
…and we fell in love with its homes.
My dream home: cottagie farmhouse, with a field and horse stables, a forresty backyard, and a view of the ocean. How much do you suppose this goes for? And how many times would I need to win the lottery?
Walker's Point: the Bush family's summer gettaway house.
Suuuuuuuuuuuuper cuuuuuuuuuute...
Beware the beast of the night...
Enchanted fairy garden outside our bed-and-breakfast
