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Beach Days // Here where every foot of sand holds memories - happy ghosts of melted ice cream, scraped knees, and hair crispy with cold salt, we return to our early coastlines. Ready for sunny days, cloudy days, kites and castles, with no plans in sight to grow up. #NormandieDays #EuropeMMXVI (at Carteret, Basse-Normandie, France)

Beach Days // Here where every foot of sand holds memories - happy ghosts of melted ice cream, scraped knees, and hair crispy with cold salt, we return to our early coastlines. Ready for sunny days, cloudy days, kites and castles, with no plans in sight to grow up. #NormandieDays #EuropeMMXVI (at Carteret, Basse-Normandie, France)

La Plage de le Vieux Eglise // Down in the heather close to the shore, there’s an old church that’s been standing for hundreds of years. It’s a lonely little sentinel overlooking one of the most beautiful, and most empty, beaches in the world. Here the tide comes galloping in at the speed of horses, crossing miles of sand, changing the identity of the beach depending on the moon cycle and time of day - fickle as tides can be. Since before I was born, my family has been visiting this little beach, and at the lonely ruin, we take a photograph - the same place, the old window, across generations. They’re out there, pictures of my brother and I as babies,toddlers, boys, young men, sat in the little window, silhouetted by the sun. And each memory spans mediums, old film, early digital, phones and now medium format. Everything changes, that’s a given. But the old church in the heather overlooking the beach, endures. #NormandieDays #EuropeMMXVI (at Hatainville)

La Plage de le Vieux Eglise // Down in the heather close to the shore, there’s an old church that’s been standing for hundreds of years. It’s a lonely little sentinel overlooking one of the most beautiful, and most empty, beaches in the world. Here the tide comes galloping in at the speed of horses, crossing miles of sand, changing the identity of the beach depending on the moon cycle and time of day - fickle as tides can be. Since before I was born, my family has been visiting this little beach, and at the lonely ruin, we take a photograph - the same place, the old window, across generations. They’re out there, pictures of my brother and I as babies,toddlers, boys, young men, sat in the little window, silhouetted by the sun. And each memory spans mediums, old film, early digital, phones and now medium format. Everything changes, that’s a given. But the old church in the heather overlooking the beach, endures. #NormandieDays #EuropeMMXVI (at Hatainville)

Over The Garden Wall | Barneville, France // First night on the coast, and heavy clouds give us a show, casting colors in heavy palettes, shoring up their clouds against the possibility of rain or sunny skies. Tonight was a night for dense possibilities, full of old memories recalled from high up on the garden wall where you sit, remembering all the other times you perched on the old stone, collecting lonely apples or plums that had strayed from their family trees. But tonight you have no greater mission, no dessert to whip up to impress, only a heavy sky to watch go from high indigo, through the spectrum into night. #NormandieDays #EuropeMMXVI (at Barneville, Basse-Normandie, France)

Over The Garden Wall | Barneville, France // First night on the coast, and heavy clouds give us a show, casting colors in heavy palettes, shoring up their clouds against the possibility of rain or sunny skies. Tonight was a night for dense possibilities, full of old memories recalled from high up on the garden wall where you sit, remembering all the other times you perched on the old stone, collecting lonely apples or plums that had strayed from their family trees. But tonight you have no greater mission, no dessert to whip up to impress, only a heavy sky to watch go from high indigo, through the spectrum into night. #NormandieDays #EuropeMMXVI (at Barneville, Basse-Normandie, France)

Homecoming | Barneville-Carteret, France // Crossing borders, going back in time, making your way down that hedge-lined country road, you find yourself at home again. A hundred years of family history, a sunset searing its way across a heavy sky, windows going red and gold and hot with the reflection of a sailor’s delight. We’re here for the good days and the stormwatch days, and all the light in between. #NormandieDays #EuropeMMXVI (at Barneville, Basse-Normandie, France)

Homecoming | Barneville-Carteret, France // Crossing borders, going back in time, making your way down that hedge-lined country road, you find yourself at home again. A hundred years of family history, a sunset searing its way across a heavy sky, windows going red and gold and hot with the reflection of a sailor’s delight. We’re here for the good days and the stormwatch days, and all the light in between. #NormandieDays #EuropeMMXVI (at Barneville, Basse-Normandie, France)