The end of summer

We went down to the 'beach'. It's no ocean I tell you, but there's a nice breeze and grass to sit on and happy families everywhere. Turns out it was the annual Labour Day weekend airshow and everyone goes to the beach to watch it. It was like being in a war zone with all the jets showing off, and because of the crazy crowds, there was a run on toilet paper and napkins. It was just like a war zone except that we had veggie dogs, french fries and ice cream and were sitting on a beach reading magazines and the Snow Birds were there. Not quite the same I suppose.






Back at home the following morning.....
Reva took some beautiful shots of flowers and a classic Aren 'guitarist inside his music' portrait.