As for my humble opinion of what was best in the Festival:
Here are the rest of the pictures from the Art Festival.
When I woke up today, I was not expecting to go anywhere special. But as usual, my husband Steve had his own ideas of how our day was going to develop. Much to my delight and surprise, he suggested we go to the Little Italy Street Art Festival which happens once a year at this time.
After a cup of Starbucks coffee, off we went on the Metro to Little Italy. Without too many more words, I will share my experience in photographs. Please enjoy!
Father getting ready checking the surf while daughter plays in the sand.
When he is ready, he wades the waters and she bravely treads in with him.
As it gets deeper, he places her on his long board and off they go.
i did not have a long enough lens nor good enough camera to record their return on the larger waves.
As my husband and I watched this amazing short drama, we noticed the little blonde in the shallow surf. Unafraid, she dove again and again in the churning white surf. Fearless, she steadily got up and dove in over and over again.
After Dad finished his stretching on the beach, he picked up his long board and she hopped over excited and jumping up and down. He walked down the beach, she followed and like all children stopped and fiddled with the sand. He kept going and she would look and up and follow. Trust!
After he checked if she was ready, and she hopped up and down again, they got in the water and he paddled them off into the riptide.
Obviously he is an incredible surfer. Obviously he did not need a long board, he could have used a short one with ease but this attentive man brought a long surf board to take his little girl out. Without “teaching” and with just spending a few precious hours with his daughter, he bolstered her up and encouraged her as she learned the skill of riding the waves.
On the way back, riding the waves, we saw him hold her up, show her how to lean always keeping his hands on her. On the second wave, he actually picked her up and moved forward on the board to make it go faster.
Once on shore, her excitement was evident and she clapped her little hands, jumped up and down again and looked up at him with trust born of her short experience in life.
My husband and I were amazed and moved by the whole scene. Whether he knew it or not, this amazing man was making memories with his little girl, making her more confident and self-assured for future success.