scenes from the weekend

When I was a kid my family (my mom and her six siblings) used to rent a house in West Hampton (aka the ugly step child of the otherwise fancy Hamptons). I was pretty young, but I have some very vivid memories from that house (the horribly embarrassing videos my grandfather took also help - thank goodness nobody has VHS anymore!)... I remember running around in a bathing suit and socks, I remember the family outside at sunset eating fresh clams, I remember running away from my dad as he chased me around the house with Coppertone. We stopped going out there when I was about 6 or 7 and I hadn't been back since.  That is until this summer... Everything about being back out there made me smile. How can you not be happy watching those sunsets?!