SPS: Buoys & Childhood Haunts

I grew up in a lobstering village, and spring was always associated with painting. You need to repaint all your buoys for the lobster traps before the season starts. Each lobsterman has his own unique way of painting his buoys that identify his traps. This weekend while I was down visiting family, my uncle was out painting for the guy he works with.
Can you believe that view? This is my grandmother's backyard that stands on a bluff overlooking the ocean, and growing up with it I can't say that I appreciated it as much as I do now. Coming back to the ocean always feels like home though. The sound of the surf is still one of the most comforting sounds I know.
My mom was kind enough to take a picture of myself and my very grumpy daughter. (Look at that face, she kept complaining that the sun was too bright and in her eyes.) Definitely not my favorite photo of her, but I don't have enough of the two of us together. Too often I am on the wrong side of the camera.