Happy 49th anniversary, Mom & Dad!
Here we have three generations of men
(& people who will eventually be men)
taking a break from their shed-building project.





…& back to work.

Happy 49th anniversary, Mom & Dad!
Here we have three generations of men
(& people who will eventually be men)
taking a break from their shed-building project.





…& back to work.

Iris & I went to the Museum to ride the carousel.
I took maybe 50 photos. It was high noon and we were in the shade but the background was in bright sunlight. I was trying to get movement blur in the background without blur in the foreground. It was difficult to get the framing right because I was holding an infant while standing on the carousel as it was going round & round and the horses were going up & down and the light was only almost decent in one position and the background was only decent in two positions.
After much processing, I think I have two photos that turned out okay.


Horrors! It’s been nearly a month since my last post!
My camera is so sad from missing me.
Iris, also, will be missing me. And I her. She is going on a trip with Papa.
They are leaving Friday & coming back on Sunday, after bedtime.
Iris packed 21 books, 7 pairs of socks, 7 pairs of undies, and 5 camisoles.
I don’t think she forgot anything.


“I’m a baby bear, you’re a momma bear, and Papa’s a papa bear,” says Iris.
“And what is the baby?” I ask.
“He’s an alligator,” says Iris, without hesitation.
We named him Akiva.


One of my favorite photo series with Iris was during last year’s strawberry season:
Le Conte de la Princesse de Fraise
The light was so golden that morning.
This year, I am so busy. I am unable to plan for golden hour.
I plopped Iris in the shade when I had a moment with just her and the camera.
How my little girl has grown!




We set up the pool.
As soon as the water was a couple inches deep, Iris said, “I want to go fimming! I want to go fimming!”
Her big plan is to have a pool party and invite all her friends and put the pool on wheels and push it around the block.
I think she spent too long watching the neighbor’s pool party.
The water was pretty cold.

I use eight-inch forceps to stuff wool into the arms and bodies of my dolls.
Iris borrows my forceps to stuff wool into her socks.
“I’m making arms,” she says.









