{"id":2823,"date":"2008-10-01T14:10:01","date_gmt":"2008-10-01T22:10:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/entries\/santa-barbara\/"},"modified":"2008-10-01T14:10:01","modified_gmt":"2008-10-01T22:10:01","slug":"santa-barbara","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/2008\/10\/santa-barbara\/","title":{"rendered":"Santa Barbara"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Saturday the family piled in two cars and drove up to Santa Barbara for the day. We visited an old family friend and stopped at the beach. It was an incredibly beautiful day filled with the closeness of family, the sweetness of friendships, and the bittersweet sorrow of goodbyes&#8230;surrounded and enveloped in God&#8217;s creation which shouts &#8220;Glory!&#8221; when we have no words.<\/p>\n<p><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1798ps-1.jpg\" title=\" The boys enjoying the collection of stuffed animals and the stairs!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1798ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" The boys enjoying the collection of stuffed animals and the stairs!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1801ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Sweet loves!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1801ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Sweet loves!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1804ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Mommy caught him up for a hug.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1804ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Mommy caught him up for a hug.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1805ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Ha! What a grin!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1805ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Ha! What a grin!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1806ps-1.jpg\" title=\" What a face!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1806ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" What a face!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1807ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Jerome\u2019s set up with ALL of the toys!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1807ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Jerome\u2019s set up with ALL of the toys!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1810ps-1.jpg\" title=\" He wanted to SEE the picture!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1810ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" He wanted to SEE the picture!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1816ps-1.jpg\" title=\" He\u2019s so affectionate.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1816ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" He\u2019s so affectionate.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1841ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Under the avocado trees that his Daddy used to harvest from.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1841ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Under the avocado trees that his Daddy used to harvest from.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1855ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Daddy IN the avocado tree playing hide-and-go-seek with Jerome.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1855ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Daddy IN the avocado tree playing hide-and-go-seek with Jerome.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1858ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Ta-Da!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1858ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Ta-Da!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1862ps-1.jpg\" title=\" candids are fun ;-)\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1862ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" candids are fun ;-)\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1866ps-1.jpg\" title=\" He asked me to take his picture and posed like this.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1866ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" He asked me to take his picture and posed like this.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1867ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Anna being a good Auntie :-)\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1867ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Anna being a good Auntie :-)\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1898ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Swinging! He\u2019s learning to tie his new size ONE shoes!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1898ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Swinging! He\u2019s learning to tie his new size ONE shoes!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1913ps-1.jpg\" title=\" The beach! Even though he had Daddy, that was too close for Ian\u2019s comfort.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1913ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" The beach! Even though he had Daddy, that was too close for Ian\u2019s comfort.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1914ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Jerome was happy at the edge of the waves.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1914ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Jerome was happy at the edge of the waves.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1916ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Seth seems to be sizing up the waves, and Jerome is diggin in!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1916ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Seth seems to be sizing up the waves, and Jerome is diggin in!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1917ps-1.jpg\" title=\" pelicans\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1917ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" pelicans\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1918ps-1.jpg\" title=\" This is when I handed Peter the camera while he went with the big boys by the ocean and I stayed with Ian further back. He was trying to capture the foggy haze, but this looks clearer than it was.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1918ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" This is when I handed Peter the camera while he went with the big boys by the ocean and I stayed with Ian further back. He was trying to capture the foggy haze, but this looks clearer than it was.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1920ps-1.jpg\" title=\" candid capture.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1920ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" candid capture.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1925ps-1.jpg\" title=\" The sun was dazzeling. He\u2019s digging in spite of the waves washing through.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1925ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" The sun was dazzeling. He\u2019s digging in spite of the waves washing through.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1927ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Seth in the ocean and bathed in sunlight.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1927ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Seth in the ocean and bathed in sunlight.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1928ps-1.jpg\" title=\" There you can see the fog rolling in, and Seth RUNNING back and forth along the beach. He would run along the edge of a wave as it receded and then another one would chase him back toward shore. He was absolutely careless and free!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1928ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" There you can see the fog rolling in, and Seth RUNNING back and forth along the beach. He would run along the edge of a wave as it receded and then another one would chase him back toward shore. He was absolutely careless and free!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1929ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Seth plopped down in a wave for a rest, and to feel the water more without going deeper.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1929ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Seth plopped down in a wave for a rest, and to feel the water more without going deeper.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1930ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Seth\u2019s comments when he saw this picture, \u201cI was sitting backwards!\u201d \u201cThere\u2019s bubbles around my arms!\u201d and \u201cThe ocean was moving in that picture!\u201d\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1930ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Seth\u2019s comments when he saw this picture, \u201cI was sitting backwards!\u201d \u201cThere\u2019s bubbles around my arms!\u201d and \u201cThe ocean was moving in that picture!\u201d\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[sbgdbye]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1934ps-1.jpg\" title=\" Anna drove for us so Peter could study in the car. Thank you, precious Anna!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1934ps-1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Anna drove for us so Peter could study in the car. Thank you, precious Anna!\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Saturday the family piled in two cars and drove up to Santa Barbara for the day. We visited an old family friend and stopped at the beach. It was an incredibly beautiful day filled with the closeness of family, the sweetness of friendships, and the bittersweet sorrow of goodbyes&#8230;surrounded and enveloped in God&#8217;s creation which [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2823"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2823"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2823\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2823"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2823"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2823"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}