On Saturday evening, March 8, we had a delightful evening at the home of Dean and Joyce Clark in Capistrano Beach. The company was outstanding — in addition to the Clarks, those in attendance were Scott and Patti Smith and Don and Mary Mealing (along with their son, Brian) and, of course, Dawn. I brought along my trusty Nikon D800.
We arrived shortly before sunset. The Clarks’ home sits on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean with both Santa Catalina and San Clemente islands clearly visible. As can be seen from the above photo, they are in the midst of a tremendous remodeling project. (This picture was taken from the edge of the bluff looking back at the rear of the home.)
Our sons David (and his wife, Alexis) and Matt (and his wife, Amy) gave us a wonderful Christmas present this year—a trip to the Santa Barbara Film Festival. I’m doing this blog post to memorialize the great time we had.
Here are the six of us—Matt, Amy, David, Alexis, Dawn and me. I look stupid but, hey, sometimes that can’t be helped.
I really don’t have time for a blog post and composing this one has dragged on for over a month. But wanted to have something to remember our great New York trip with my sister and brother-in-law, Wanda and Mark Ostler, so here goes. Forgive the rushed prose.
For the record, the dates were November 19-24, 2013 (Tuesday through Sunday). Our director of activities, Mark, had things well planned so we got the maximum out of our time there. I didn’t carry my Nikon D800 on some days because I knew I would just have to check it at the gate for our inside events, but I’ll use a combination of camera photos, iPhone photos and other materials to tell the story.
Even though we were there before Thanksgiving, many of the Christmas decorations were up, so Manhattan had a festive look.
There are several members of our family who have September birthdays — Jessie, Amy, Noah, Finley — so we decided to have one party to celebrate all of them. Here are some photos. Sorry that the text is rather sparse, but if I spent more time on that I might not ever get the post up.
Dawn — the most important person, without whom there wouldn’t have been a party.
Recently had several fun experiences with family. First, Quade, Brooke and Noah stayed with us for a week. During that time we had a visit from my sister, Carolyn, and her son, Leland, and his family. The kids all had a great time, but I didn’t put my trusty camera to use, so I’ve got nothing to show for it. Then, after QBN left, we spent a nice afternoon and evening visiting with Dave and Alexis and their family in Studio City. Finally, we got together with Matt, Amy, the kids, and Ashley to see the fun movie, “Despicable Me 2.”
We had enrolled Quade, Brooke and Noah in a tennis camp at Tustin Ranch Sports Park, run by Fabian Grassini. Every day they were on the hard courts from 8:30 a.m. to noon. They were rank beginners, but I think they had a good time. At the beginning of the week they were lucky to be able to make contact with the ball; by the end of the week their hand-eye coordination had improved significantly.
I have been terribly remiss in failing to keep this blog current. It is way past time to post something, and what better subject than our trip to Cancun, Mexico?
Under ordinary circumstances we probably wouldn’t have chosen Cancun as a destination, since we aren’t exactly beach people, but we had a timeshare week to use and decided it would be fun to discover what the Mayan Riviera is all about. We had a two-bedroom unit (plus kitchen and living room) and we wanted to share it. My sister and brother-in-law, Wanda and Mark Ostler, were kind enough to agree to go with us. Mark is a vacation planner extraordinaire—we really should have paid him to join us.
We stayed at the Royal Mayan resort, one of three Royal resorts in a row toward the south end of hotel row. We had a wonderful view from our balcony, looking out over one of the swimming pools and beyond to the ocean.
Last week ago Dawn and I flew to Salt Lake City to attend the wedding of my niece, Rebecca Ostler to Austin Copeland-Rynders. For the record, the wedding date was October 7, 2012. It was a fabulous event at a beautiful location. Picture taking was fun—all the Ostlers clean up quite nicely! Here are some photos I took at the wedding.
The wedding and reception were held at La Caille,
a picture-perfect venue for a such an affair (though with a tragic history).
In late August 1967, Dawn and I set off from Ventura, California, in our two-toned 1962 Plymouth Valiant, pulling a U-Haul trailer containing all our earthly possessions. Our destination was Cambridge, Massachusetts, where I was to enroll in Harvard Law School. We had been married slightly less than one year; I was 24 and Dawn was 20. Our emotions vacillated between anticipation, exhilaration and apprehension.
Dawn, our Valiant, and our U-Haul in front of a motel in Lodgepole, Nebraska,
where we spent a night on our trek east.