AT NAGS HEAD
Margaret sits under our beach umbrellas while I fly a kite.
Margaret flies a kite on a spring day. It is about to pull her away.
Margaret and the kite. It is larger than Margaret.
Margaret and I paused during an evening walk on the beach and asked a passerby to snap a picture.
Margaret sits under the umbrella and reads.
I enjoy a morning cup of coffee on our Blue Waters porch.