In the summer of 2005, on an overcast day in Brewster, MA, my wife took a picture of me walking down the beach with my kids, then 4 and 15 months. We recreated the image in Myrtle Beach in 2015. And this week, we went back to the original scene of the crime to update it once more (kids are now 20 and 22, and the little one's best friend, a photography major at the Pratt Institute, took the photo). Some things have definitely changed (notably, the amount of gray in my hair), but the joy this ritual brings me hasn't diminished in the least. Watch this space in 2034.
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