~:: Tales of Santa Fe: Pt. 7 ::~

And here is what you get if you wait long enough:

Your baby (who has a better camera than you do – not just the lens, either), shooting pictures of her father holding her little son.  In her very house.  I could do the same sort of study in my son’s very house.  I know I keep writing about stuff like this, but it just never gets old.  Never loses its strangely normal fascination.

I loved this little moment.  The light, odd as it is, has a character all its own.  And in this moment, it bathed us all with a sort of gold approbation.  Wonderful.  And the kindly toy-maker-really-musician is caught in the act of being the kindly grandpapa.