Stonington 

Coastal Connecticut fishing village charm. I spent sun-kissed childhood summers here—riding my bike around the village, getting penny candy at Camacho’s, whiling away hours with friends at the breakwater—and I’ve chosen this place to raise my sons. Stonington lives in the details—the Fourth of July parade, the crocus emerging, the snowy lobster trap tree, the village stroll at Christmas. Ice cream cones on the dock, kids on bikes, the shifting tide, the rhythm of locals going about their day. I try to capture these small, perfect moments that make this place unforgettable—quiet magic, held in light.