Sometimes I find them interesting only in retrospect. Like this one. I can clearly remember snapping this photo of Bear struggling to walk through the front yard after an early January snowfall. Wow! That's a ton of snow! I thought. Ha ha fricking ha. I had no clue the feet upon feet of snow lurking in our near future, as we were pummelled by one record-breaking storm after another, right through March. It got to the point where the girls couldn't cross the front yard at all. The snowpack was waist-deep.
This one I just like. Happy Birthday, Daddy Shortbread. (You'll always be older than me)!
Apparently I don't take many photos (at least not interesting ones) in February.
This one is destined to be a family classic. Bug shares her Nana's talent (?) for weird tongue tricks, and they were demonstrating proudly in tandem for the camera, while Bear and I laughed hysterically. Finally, even Nana couldn't keep a straight face anymore, but Bug soldiered on.
Bear on log. I can't get over how much younger she looks here, still more kid than pre-teen. She has matured and changed so much this past year that it's hard to believe this was taken only nine months ago.
This shows the creek engineers hard at work. They spend many happy spring hours down in our little creek. They slosh right through the sun-warmed water, "rescue" waterbugs and tadpoles in plastic buckets, and cart around planks and branches to construct dams and bridges. It's childhood at its finest, and I never get tired of spying on them as they toil away.
This demonstrates clearly the horror that is Bear in allergy season. What the hell possessed me to try to photograph her in all her puffy red-eyed glory, surrounded by the delicate blossoms of the crabapple tree...? At least she had the presence of mind to insert some humor into the situation. Poor itchy, sneezy Bear.
This one I may have posted before. Did I? I'm way too lazy to go back through the archives to look. It shows Mittens the Patient and Long-Suffering Kitty, dolled up in one of Bear's old baby dresses. Don't you think it sets off her eyes? There's something about the look of resignation on her face that makes me think she's reconsidering the house full of pitbulls that we rescued her from.