Today we headed back to Hunting Island State Park. It was in part because of something K wanted to do: there is a long trail through a coastal forest by a lagoon that leads to a bridge to a small island, and K, always the hiker, wanted to make the journey there and back. It wasn’t that long — about two and a half miles one way, but it’s enough to get some folks fussing if they don’t really want to participate. However, the potential fussers were sold on the simple idea that it would lead to more beach time.

It also led to something that someone had asked about before we set out on the hike (“Is that the way to the boneyard?” Boneyard? What are you talking about?) but we’d never heard of. A virtual forest of driftwood — whole trees half-sunken in the sand, bleached by the sun, surrounded by rippled, hard-packed sand.

It was the perfect place for a series of portraits.