Robin Buckley

Back in June I spent some time with my friends, Kurt and Christine Hiebel in their Florida beach house on Amelia Island.

We had some really great times.  What a treat to wake up every morning and walk on the beautiful sand and then go to sleep at night with the sound of the crashing waves.

We experienced some wonderful evenings with the full moon rising over the ocean and cooked up some great meals.  I was happy to cook, as the kitchen looks out over the ocean.  My kind of kitchen!

It was such a gift they gave me, inviting me to stay.  I took a few photos of their beautiful angel, McKenna as well as a few family photos, and thought I would post them here.  So this post is my little “Thank You” card to Christine, Kurt and McKenna.

About four years ago I photographed a wedding in Sonoma at the beautiful Vianca Winery and Vineyards.  The couple was from Kansas City, MO but had always dreamed of a wine country wedding.

I received an email from her not too long ago.  She told me that they now have a 3 year old son.  They wanted to come back and visit the place where they were married and bring their son along too.  She asked me to take some pictures of their visit.  So I did and here is a collection of the images.

The Zimmer Family in Sonoma

This Father’s Day was a little extra special. It came just one week after my father’s 85th birthday. My father is actually my step-father, but my father none the less. My real father died almost 5 years ago at the age of 80. So to be celebrating with Glenn, my living father, is amazing.

He is in remarkable health, and does everything that he can to insure that my mother (81) and he stay as healthy as possible. For that, I am very grateful to him for his diligence. Neither one of them are facing any serious health issues, and for their age, it is most comforting.

There is an interesting story about my two fathers, my diseased father and my living father. They both served in WWll. Glenn served in the US Army and Bob in the US Navy. They were both in Indonesia near the Island of Noemfoor. Bob was on the USS Tennessee and Glenn was on the ground. It was the men aboard the Tennessee that were shelling the island to protect the men on the ground. The incredible thing is that neither of them knew each other that day. But life took them both through a swirling mass of synchronicity and they both wound up being my fathers.

We celebrated the event at a local winery in the town where he and my mother own their home together. My two sisters, Debra and Cynthia and my husband, Jim were also in attendance as was a few bottles of Bridgeview Winery’s finest Chardonnay and Muscat.