Monday, March 26th, 2018

Usually, we don’t go far.

We just go down to the dam behind the house.

 

 

We watch the water freeze and flow.

 

 

Iris shows off the place where her first two teeth came out.

Two new teeth have come in already.

 

 

We had to go to the dentist to have the teeth removed. There, we finally discovered what had caused Iris’s jaw to be in such pain after her accident: she chipped two molars! One was broken in half & we had it capped. The other was only slightly chipped. The sharpness has been filed off. After so many months, her jaw is no longer in pain!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, March 17th, 2018

Dashing through the snow—

Friday, March 16th, 2018

Playing around the house (a Rapunzel, a tower, a lovely prince)

There was a handsome prince. You see?

 

 

 

One day, when he was walking through the forest, he heard a voice singing lovely as the birds.

 

 

 

It was a maiden, trapped in a high tower.

 

 

 

The prince circled the tower ten times, twenty times, but found no entrance.

 

 

 

The prince returned each night to listen to the maiden’s beautiful voice.

 

 

 

Eventually he saw an old woman climb the maiden’s long, long hair to enter through the high window.

What a great idea! The prince followed suit.

 

 

 

At first, the maiden was afraid, but soon she found the prince to be quite charming!

 

 

 

The prince and the maiden held a secret wedding in the tower.

 

 

 

After much trial and tribulation, they eventually lived happily ever after.

 

       

Wednesday, March 14th, 2018

Perfect feet.

Perfect feet on perfect legs.

Perfect toes in perfect snow.

Perfect.

 

Saturday, March 10th, 2018

Gramps learns to read…

…books to kids.

Actually, he is quite good at it. He is a wonderful reader.

 

 

During our visit to my parents house, Iris was finally able to put on a boot.

She learned to walk again.

Wednesday, March 7th, 2018

Visit to Baba’s place

It irks me that I cannot take a good photograph of my grandmother. The problem is, I am afraid to. I cannot explain myself to her. I cannot explain why I want to take a photograph of her. She expresses such a negative image of herself. I do not know how to argue with her. Even if she could hear, would she listen?

 

 

 

My mother knows I love to photograph her because I love her.

I think she is beautiful.

 

 

 

My daughter knows I love to photograph her because I love her.

I think she is beautiful.

 

 

 

My grandmother asked if I could please photograph the clay pots she made all those many years ago.

Their beauty is cold and unchanging. They are easy to photograph.

They do not move. They do not look at me askance.