~:: Tales of Santa Fe: Pt.9 ::~

This is the picture from which the header was drawn.  Every time I walk into that guest room and look out the window I see something striking.  I have lightened this so you can see it more clearly.  This was a heavy winter day, the beginning of the blizzard we had to fight going to the airport the next day.  Accidents all over the freeway in Albuquerque.

I left this one a little closer to the darkness I saw.  It’s still lightened and this is the broad afternoon.  You can see the snow spots against the sky.

Gin found this little seat in a second hand store (NOT like DI.  This place put big price tags on its “vintage” stuff).  This seat allows a baby who can just hold his head up to sit upright, supporting him in the back.  When I walked in and saw him sitting there it was weird.  Like seeing the dog walk upright or something.  “Yes.  Hello.  I’m the baby.  May I help you?”

Gin’s Birthday, a photo essay.  With some words.  Just in case.

Someone got up early and with Grandpa’s help, made birthday breakfast for his mother.

“You have to wait just a moment longer before you see the surprise.”

“I don’t care if you’re hungry.  You have to wait.”

“Whoa!”

The grandfather gives the camera a glimpse of what is under the cover.  The mother is not allowed to look.  Note the red “You are special today” plate.

AND –

The REVEAL!!

Except the camera didn’t catch the very moment. So it had to be re-enacted.

Better.  Except for one thing.  The first shot shows you the secret smile by which you can tell that this boy is actually pleased and excited to have done this great thing.  In the second shot, he has swallowed that hint to what’s going on in his head.

“Come my little hero.  Let me give you a mother’s loving kiss.”

“Got you.”

“Maaaaahhhh!!!

“Aw, Mom.”

There is just something in the male wiring . . .

And so we draw to the end of our southwestern adventure.

Y’all come back now, y’hear?