Through Her Eyes

Last Sunday dawned bright and beautiful just as it had eighteen years ago when two became one ... and has since blossomed five. Today the sun is hiding, my love is away, and I am content to be seated, socked-feet and long-sleeved, at our computer looking out at heavy, gray clouds.  Memories mingle ...  black and white formal wear meets souvenir shirts and hats from the south of France.  Memories captured just last week on what may be one of summer's final hoorahs in the face of approaching autumn.

With Baby Belle bundled-snug in a borrowed Baby Bjorn, outward-facing in order to drink in all the sights, and Brother Bear, sword in hand, eldest daughter and I head for the park. No coaxing is needed ... one small comment and she grabs Dad's Cannon before shutting the door.

Snap, snap ... capturing Bear's daily fascination with the spicket across the street, always our first stop on any walking excursion.

Snap, snap ... flowers dotting the boundary of a yard along the path to the park, don't overlook the busy bee.

At the park ... snap, snap recording brother-sister fun.

In the midst of capturing familial moments, the photographer's eye wanders and wonders at the beauty surrounding her.  Snap, snap... autumn crowding summer.

With naptime approaching and at mother's urging, a few more clicks of the shutter and then we'll turn towards home ...

Another creative-daughter moment, and I'm drawn back to that October day eighteen years ago when this journey began ...

And now, we are preparing for another brisk-walk season in that journey.  Hello, Autumn.