I noticed a dead spider and thought this would be a good time to take some tight close-ups.
The spider’s natural arch is like a VW Beetle or a taut bow.
Forty-five minutes after I took these pictures, I went back to have another look, and the spider was nowhere to be found.
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Doesn’t include “doesn’t” in its dictionary? Doesn’t?
Going through some old rolls of pictures (Mom’s pictures, that is), I found these of some happy tourists in 2002 at the other other Washington.
I recognize some of the grownups, but I have no idea who those cute little kids are. All my nieces and nephews are either much older or much younger.
In case there’s any confusion over where Washington really is, this monument should help locate it.
With 10 people staying in the house, we had a lot of warmth, but when the radiant heat started leaking, we fixed it anyhow. First step is to break up the concrete to find the leak.
The last step in any project is to sign your name. (Neither of these is my handprint.)
The kids visit their grandparents.
It’s all part of saying thanks.
Somewhere in the world a cousin’s feet are wearing a perfectly matched mismatch.
Even before the last leaf falls, the buds for next year’s shoots are already in place.
I had my youngest nephew tell me where to point the camera. Kid’s got a good eye.
The leftovers dinner after Thanksgiving is in some ways a better meal.
Nobody’s worried about whether the whole meal will come together on time.
The flavors in the food have commingled and cured.
Nobody has to be on their best behavior.
And, as a result, everybody is.
“Hi, Papa. I look sweet, don’t I? Keep on dandling me on your lap. Do you think for one second I’m not going to belt out a big Italian aria the minute you try to strap me into that dumb old plastic car seat?”
The hard part of saying hello is knowing it’ll turn into goodbye too soon.
When no more fits, it’s time to quit.
Folding their tents, like Arabs, before they quietly steal away.
I saw Chuck Mangione live in concert once, but my niece totally gets to go to all the good shows.
Patience is teaching a child to ride a two-wheeler. Our dad taught six of us. My brother is now teaching his own son on the same bike we all learned on.
3B is already an avid watcher of the Tour de France, the Tour of California, the Giro d’Italia, and other great cycling contests. “Who are you?” my brother asked as they moved together around the cul-de-sac. “I’m Lance Armstrong!” the kid announced.
The rider’s sister watches from the sidelines, too young still to reach the pedals.
Ready for a night out.
Thanksgiving 2009
Dude’s gonna be in a band one day. He’s already wearing the right hat.
Mama (my brother’s wife) holds the latest addition to the family.
As soon as he saw himself on the camera monitor, he knew exactly what face he wanted for the record. (See Calvin and Hobbes.)
Sleeping Beauty joins us for morning coffee and . . . is that butter she’s eating straight from the tub?
Nothing matches the innocence of a sleeping baby.
Proud aunt.
