On a recent hazy Saturday we set off on the fast ferry from Hyannis to Nantucket.
We were headed to our 11 year old's soccer game.
And seeing as it had been 17 years since my husband and I visited the island, the journey was a bit sentimental.
But the day was fast and well-orchestrated. Nantucket parents picked us up at the ferry and whisked us off to the soccer fields. After the game, we were driven back to the ferry with about 20 minutes to spare before our scheduled departure.
My son and I headed to the center of town, both of us snapping photos as quickly as we could. Oh how I wish we had time to enjoy a leisurely stroll as a family! Vacations have been few and far between in recent years.
But we both snapped a few of our favorite scenes. No easy feat, as it was Wine Festival weekend, and tourists and cars lined the streets.
I could tell my son was sad to have to rush….this young man who has been bitten by the photography bug, saw vistas he was longing to capture; however time got in our way.
The shop fronts and spring flowering trees were setting a stage of quaintness and a time gone by.
It reminded me of the time we spent here for Daffodil weekend so many years before.
And as I photographed, though rushed and a bit frustrated, I was surrounded by the warmth of familiarity and memories….
and I knew right then that we will return with our children.
Even if we come over on the ferry for a day,we will return to visit the shops...
to pop into the museums….
to relax on a beach...
to spend time as a family, exploring…..
(and yes….they won:)